I’m homesick, where my mind is

Safe but not respected.

Where my voice is heard

but words not understood.

My character is loved but not

taken seriously.

My soul is down

Where’s my crown?

My voice is trying

but to reach who it’s still deciding

Emotional I need support

Not small talks and valid reports

Wish everyone knew my story.

Not the inaccurate adverts

They hear whispered behind my back.

For grooming, I need my family

Not my lover.

But for a better life, I need myself, not them.

I am loved but taken for granted

I am seen but not heard.

My pocket is empty.

Everything I say is not valued.

My words are powerful.

Money’s the problem.

My luck is invalid.

My working brother is heard.

He’s seen.

He pays for everything, including my life.