‘’Left home to live in the hood’’

Nobody leaves home
Unless it sounds like drones
and rubber bullets
or your mother needs treatment
but the hospitals are full
and your water is polluted
Nobody leaves home
Unless it sounds like your brothers
Arrest or your fathers trauma
Nobody leaves home
Unless their home looks like fire in the
Sky and they don’t know whether its a star
Or a misil
unless home feels like hell and hell is what they give you
Knocking on your door and robbing your first born
Until home is the sound of your daughters screams
piercing as a soldier forces her
to pull down her jeans
Nobody leaves home unless it smells
bodies buried in front of you
But they never had a funeral
Nobody leaves home out of will
out of fun and curiosity
At least not where I’m from