Home

Some people call this home.
My parents call this home
In this camp
But I don’t.

Some people call this home
But it’s not.
My Heart is somewhere else in my other home.

I can still remember my home
Where it was warm, not cold.
We weren’t trapped in my old home,

We weren’t starved, but now I live in this home.
This camp
Where people are crowded.
People don’t cry at my old home, but now
Everyone cries here.

Good-bye old home.
I have to live here now.  

Carissa
6th grade