Home

This piece is from the perspective of a young school going girl. Probably class 3.

Home

I don't want to go home.

Don't send me home.

Miss, please don't send me home.

Have you seen our playground?

The wide green compound?

And breathed freedom

And wrote a poem?

Have you seen our classes?

Cream tables, cherry benches?

And learned numbers

And found answers?

Let me stay some more.

I love it here, Miss.

Please don't send me home.

I'll be good I promise.

My home? Yes, I have one.

But I don't like it there.

It has walls and a roof

But no soil, no air.

And I wish to breathe easy

So I need a little air.

And I wish to feel special

But nobody wants me there.

Your school is easy still

All numbers and play.

Don't send me home

Miss, please let me stay.

Yes Miss, I understand

I cannot stay here.

And you have to close the school

And go home somewhere.

I shall go to the walls.

The only place I can.

And try and grow a little

And then sit and plan.

I shall plan a home, Miss.

And work hard and get.

I shall build a home, Miss.
With bricks of love and sweat.

Soil, air, and freedom which

I shall call my own.

I make me a promise, Miss,

I will have a home.