I come from a place
Where the sun scorches when it merely smiles
The air is choking but it’s normal now
Out of breath, and out of life, yet fully alive
I come from a place
Where love is lost, lust a luxury
Pain’s the constant and it feels lame to aim
For anything but to see the day rise again…
I come from a place
Where when I say I come from this place
Eyes lighten, attentions are at attention
And I fall to its planes
Recognizing the cognizance that now comes to play in mind
Dim thick skies, pale faced trees
Hard cracked earth…
So if I come from this place
Where I say I come from
This place where when I say I come from
You quiver, pout and cry
Like you’ve spent a flicker of time
From where I come from
How do I go into the world like it’s mine
When it truly isn’t mine?
Read – A Home like No other – A Poem by Isiaka A. Kromah, Liberia
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