It’s only on a long sorjourn
That I reflect with fondness on my home.
The moving clouds and endless grass
Critters and creatures all en masse
The beauty it radiates after it rains
Such beauty makes the appeal of modern Life fade
I look over the hills and rainbows
God’s beautiful creations on show
My heart will always return to it’s heaven’s veil
Because my home is Helensvale
I’ve been thinking about home alot lately even though I’m living there lol. I suppose each home I’ve had plays a large part in my life. People have always tried to shove down my throat what my idea of home should be and where I should be finding my identity, but I have learned that my identity is something that I choose for myself and is the sum total of ALL my experiences in life rather than those that fit the box of what is acceptable for a black African woman. Just because my experience doesn’t match every other person of my race or nationality doesn’t invalidate it.