This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Wake Forest chapter.
Home
I want to go back home to
the smell of the Mississippi and Beale.
To the place where I could get
A wedding-cake snow cone from Jerry’s
with ice cream swirled in.
A place I could get a cold treat
and some familiarity.
Where crime flurried all around
but I never felt scared on the streets
because that is where people looked like me.
When our eyes met, there was an understanding.
I knew and they did too.