My Real Home

I understand now! I hate that I went back to my childhood and birthplace! It was a mistake! They made me ,a success, look like a total disgrace. Monroe, I have developed a new hate for you I came back with a full deck of cards. Then you made me play fifty – two pick up and turned me away and I lost mega bucks. My works had been placed in special collections in the libraries of three major universities. But in Monroe, I became a bum on the streets living in defeat and I was already a winner. I was called the Anti-Christ, a false teacher, and a blasphemer in all seasons. That’s summer, fall, spring, and winter. People lied on me there for no apparent reason. No one stood up for me, not even my family, when I was lied on, falsely accused, And at jeered. I was a disgrace at home and at me they should have been shouting cheers. This foolishness has gone on for three years and I’m really glad that I’m not there no more. Now, I’m in another place where I really do not belong. I could never call this place home. No friends are here. No family is either. No shopping done. No victory won. No real happiness. Friends were at home. Family was too. Shopping was done daily. Victory for my life was won. Happiness was there whether or not there was light being radiated from the sun. I hate Monroe more than ever before and the place where I’m at much more. I love Baton Rouge and I know if I was there I wouldn’t be feeling, Or looking like Ebenezer Scrooge. Ebenezer Scrooges’ conspired against me three years ago, When I was living life away from Monroe. I love Baton Rouge! I want to go back so that I can have peace, love, And a candy painted Cadillac. I love Baton Rouge! I want my family, friends, home, church, and money back. I hate Monroe! I earned things there that you must give back. You thieving rat! I don’t want anything from you! I see that you must learn from me and that’s a fact. I know for truth that Baton Rouge is my real home and accept, That I was born and raised in Monroe. But I know for a fact that I do not ever want to be a resident of there anymore. You closed the door. Bye Monroe! I slam the door on you! You hated me first! You took off my plate! I’ll never make that mistake again in my life. I’m going home soon , To my real home, Baton Rouge, To never act or look like an Ebenezer Scrooge!