Being around family makes me think of home. And no matter how many places I'll ever live in my lifetime, I really believe there is no place like home.
Like we always hear, it starts at home. And a lot of us are jacked up due to some messed up homes. Shattered fragments of messed up memories where we wish the camera's flash wasn't working.
Society toss around some bogus ass labels that only GREAT kids come from two parent homes and pastor children are most rebellious and most females that are hoes must have never known their daddy...blah, blah, blah.
I say if somebody somewhere cared for you, then you are lucky. And that, my loves, that's home. Can't no place top the place you consider home.
Unfortunately a lot of our hoods are merely cocoons soon to be butterflies with broken wings. No chance to fly from the homes that are just that broken.
Then there's the merging of lives...making babies and adding on to families, becoming part of other families. And if the merge is right, that too is home. But nowadays too many of those particular homes are exhibits of boys forced to be men, crazy baby mommas and defenseless grandparents only wanting what's best. Homes that have become outlines of generations to come.
See home is not a place. It's not so much a location to Mapquest. Home is in your head, state of mind, a feeling that you can sort of touch. It's a house of love. And it can build us up, break us down, but it's home. No place like it, no person like you.
Love,
Vee
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