No one can ever tell you that you can never go home. then again home is wherever you want it to be. Home to a fetus wont always be home two years later. Where you consider home lies in perspective. many say home is where your heart is. that could be where you once lived, grew up, or a safe place. then again home is where you lay your head...try saying that to a little kid. someone who is in the system and has to lay their head wherever they are placed. Home to me is a place where your surrounded by the people you love whether they be friends, family, pets, or even alone with precious memorabilia, it's a place imagined or dreamt. In the past, the image of home use to be the married life with a white picket fence and a decent sized house. in the Bronx or any poor neighborhood home is seen as a better place. a place out of struggle and violence. away from drugs and prostitution. where everyday life isn't a struggle for survival but a precious gift. home is considered a sanctuary instead of a prison.
-MJ-
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