I Want to Come Home

I can’t wait to come home because jail is not a place for no one
But when you do dumb s*** this is where you come
I said I want to come home it‘s not a good feeling
In here people tell you when to go in your room and when to eat
I said I want to come home when I get my visit talking to on the phone to my mother that’s not a good feeling when you in jail

I said I want to come home
because I can’t see my mother
I said I want to come home
so I can get a job and do what I got to do

1 Comments

  1. shannonrampe on October 3, 2011 at 4:20 PM

    This is a really resonant and powerful use of repetition. I liked how you used that repetitive opening of every other line to establish a rhythm. It feels like a chant.

    I want to know what you feel about your mother – I think this poem could be even more powerful by evoking the details about what makes her YOUR mother, as opposed to just a mother.

    I’m really looking forward to reading more poems form you. I think you’ve got a powerful voice, and I hope you keep it up!

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