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.