Born

Home was the gunshots I heard and called fireworks,

The golden hour and the golden mouths did not match their wallets,

Fairies danced around the kitchen,

& ghosts skipped through the halls,

We knew how to laugh louder than comedians,

and how to break glass with ease.

I could disobey the law,

and they would not mutter a word,

A palace riddled with muck and disease,

That I looked upon with promise,

Home can be dangerous, heart wrenching,

but I was born here and I will ice its wounds until it chooses to heal.