A home is made,
Not bought.
When I hear the word homeland,
I think of heritage.
When I hear the word home,
I think of family.
Home like family,
Are people attracted to one another as a whole,
Not just blood-related,
But with body, mind, and soul.
Home is not a place like land.
It is not how big the house is,
It is how happy the home is.
Home is freedom,
It is where the head rests.
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Home Is Freedom (An African Poetry)
PoesiaWe express poetry in various forms, yet always communicate its message distinctively, sometimes with a beat or without a rhyme. However, some of the most intensely expressive poetry is highly descriptive and uses language that creates images and fee...
