By Gisele Abizeye
Davis College Akilah Campus Rwanda
Some say home is just a place,
And to others it is a cherished space,
contemplating a little,
Both of them get belittled.
The instance you are not safe,
In the place you call home,
Would it be cherished?
Or the risk you didn’t want to take?
Realize trafficking exists,
Wickedly thrusting you to an exit,
Your home dwells in your heart,
An emotion that stays hurtful.
Orphans have it the hardest,
Invading their otherwise peaceful minds,
Is the traumatic thought of the least?
Scarcity of all the aspects of home belonging.
Call not home a comfort zone,
Because you might end without one,
Some would live without a sense of safeness,
Since they have never had that zone.
Literally home is merely a perception,
For it’s dependent on your definition,
Some feel homeless with just the place,
Yet others have it all and still feel homeless.
Decidedly, safety is my perspective,
As I don’t need to feel forced admitting,
That I feel safe away from some relatives,
I could have otherwise viewed as my safetynet.
Sadly many homeless are unaware,
They have believed the wrong definition,
That shallowly covers only the surface,
And heavily rejects the whole introduction,
Find your home and live in it,
It is just a unit,
That is missing in your perception,
To fill out the whole definition.