the point of a home.

under the shelter of our roof
you will be safe
and loved
welcomed with open arms
no matter your color
your size or your shape
no matter whether you have
or haven't faced hate
under these rafters
we spread love
not animosity
inside these walls
you will be whatever you choose to be 
you may have money 
or you might not
we don't judge your worth 
by something you've got
we don't judge you 
because of mistakes you may have made
inside this home
there is no discrimination 
only love
and hope
and acceptance for the people of all nations
under the shelter of this roof 
we wait here
for all who need us
for the people who have dreams
and hopes 
just like us 
who persevere 
and imagineer a brighter future
we open up our doors
to hold the people of this world
for what else
is the point of a home? 
than to hold the people who need it?
 

Inkpaw

VT

18 years old

More by Inkpaw

  • The Boxes In The Corner

    Looming over your shoulders

    Each stack higher than its former

    Every thought and every scrap

    Of an idea too scared to ponder

     

    Every moment that hurt

    Each minute that lingered longer

  • Inadequacy


    How do I push the words out
    From behind my taffy tongue 
    Thick with salty tears 
    And full of grubby thumb 


    I’m a child 
    Pretending that I’m numb 
    To escape the overwhelming feelings 

  • Paper Frogs

    Why

    When feet fall soft but quick 

    Does the hallway extend

    And the hot breath of whoever’s behind me feel hotter 

    Why do I stay pressed to the wall 

    Like a stubborn gruby sticker