Slam poetry

A Place to Call Home

I was laying in my bed,

Thoughts racing through my head,

Then one turned to stone.

People like me don’t feel safe,

They don’t have a safe place,

People abuse and hurt,

They want you to cower and bow,

They don’t accept you for who you are,

They tell you being different is good,

But it feels like you must be a clone,

A clone just looking for a place to call home,

A place that accepts you for who you are,

A place that doesn’t have those people,

They are never caught,

Never brought to justice,

Always protected by someone or another,

Bailed with no dilemma,

No one is listening,

No one is acting,

People are reenacting,

What happened in the past and should stay back there,

So, we need to fight for a better world,

One of equality,

One of truth,

There is no excuse.

Amelia G, Year 5