A Place Called Home

A Place Called Home…
By Mary Salvani

My home is place where  I can rest  my  tired feet and body,

At the end of a long, exhausting day.
My home is a place where can friends and I can gather together,

a place where people feel free and welcome to eat and stay.

My  home is a place where I can read  and hang out,
It’s a place where  my friends and I want to be.
In fact one of only a handful of places,
Where I am not scared  of  being  ridiculed for doing something others see as weird or crazy,
It’s a place where I  feel  free to be me.

When you enter my home without my consent,
You’re disrespecting me.
It makes me feel like you are not allowing me
To be all the things I can and want to be.
When you check my toothpaste, towels, and toothbrush
without my consent,
You’re telling me,

You don’t trust my ability to become  an independent  happy and healthy person,

Who deserves to live  freely in this society.