There is no pace like home

rather I’m there or if I am gone.

I go see my mom and also my dad

I leave without consent and that is my bad.

Detroit is where I reside

the flat upstairs on the right side.

Eight rooms one for my mother,

one for my sisters, and one for my brother.

A big house with three fish, a cat, and a dog.

Behind the big brick house an alley full with wooden logs.

Home is the place that I call my own.

I feel most at home when I am alone.