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In no home will you find an atmosphere bereft of relationships, if you happen to, that ain’t no home. A home is not a just building you purchase, if you’re lucky it is not. feelings synthesized within souls of others, bonds strong, if not stronger, than blood

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The great out doors
I’n which brings some discomfort
Brings me joy

The feeling of seeing
Those who you love most,
Being free
from the feeling
Of bondage

The great outdoors
In which brings danger
Brings me adventure

The excitement of the
Unforeseeable future
That’s scars many
Excites my soul

As long as Im surrounded
By the joy of comfort
That comforts me

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Ms. Butler’s classroom at Winder Elementary School

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Ms. Butler’s classroom at Winder Elementary School

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Connections
Students are loved
Warmth in the air
Great books
Dim lighting
CHOICE
Great discussions
Love
Family
Comfort

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My home is winder where schools aren’t so good but ms.Butler makes it better, where my friends Amaya hazel and Eva are their to comfort me when I’m upset, where love circles in my home by my mom, dad, and brother my home is home.

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Home is a feeling and not a place. Where I feel the characteristics of home: warmth, love, and comfort, is with the people I get to choose to love. The time I spend with them can be anywhere, and with them I can grow as a person. The memories I make with them are priceless. I want to capture our laughter in a bottle, I want to record every moment we spend, just because they are my oasis. They are my safe space, my loves, and my strength. Home is my friends.

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Where I matter - A place where I matter is at home. My soul is nurtured and cared for and I feel open. I have safety, love, family, and comfort which makes the space homelike.

The smell of fresh bread being baked, or my mother coming in every morning to wake me up is my home. The cabinet with bandages and medicine along with other miscellaneous items is home.

One place where I feel resistance is high school. Although I feel loved and that I matter, I feel r distance and wait to get back home.

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Go to a place that is quaint and sweet
That is where I like to eat.

Magic that will fill the air
That is where I braid my hair

A place where I could sit and weep
That is were I want to sleep

Lilly 5

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a fluttering feeling in the stomach
as if i were going to be sick,
sick from joy
from the suffocating love of ma and appa and york
who refused to allow me to wallow or lose hope.

long hugs--i'm talking longgg--
longer runs,
hot midday sun beating on my back
being both magically alone and eternally surrounded by
wonder
wisdom
worship
will to be better.

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When I think of home, I think of my community.
I think of those from foreign nations,
those who have their families far away.
Those who don’t have the privilege that is spending Christmas with siblings and aunts.
Of eating dinner with mom and grandma ever other weekend.
I think of the people that built love from nothing.
The ones that took us under the wings and accepted my family into theirs.
Home is about finding your place in a community.

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My dog
My mom
My trophies
New schools
Doctors
Baseball
Basketball
My grandma
Tvs

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Hurricanes that lead to school breaks. There's flashes of purple that light the sky, roaring sounds of thunder bring a smile to my eyes
With the unconditional love i desire, i look around and don't see it. Although I'm from a hurricane state to me this is a safe place
Dreams of being in the clouds, walking barefoot on the street. It's struggle but i will find the one for me, we will meet
Potted plants and pages too. Thrown around my own room.
I think of world and write books of all the places my minds took me too
Crying and laughing, my cat walks around, my laptop plays the Simpsons now
Then the thunder sounds and I'm brought back
We moved years ago and i want to go back

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My home is not one tangible building. It doesn’t have four walls, a roof, a well trimmed yard, or white picket fence. My home is where I feel the most comfortable, a place where I can go and be myself. Filled with love from me to myself, love from my blood, love from my friends, and love from my environment. My home is where my soul isn’t having to forcefully ignite itself, it’s where my soul longs to be. A non-physical space where I don’t have to hide who I am, people who allow me to be myself and live me for it. My home is me, wherever I am, and whoever surrounds me.

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My home place is my music studio. A place where I can express myself and be free, be truly me. I matter in a place where I can truly be me. My soul is nurtured in a place where I can be loved and appreciated. My site of resistance is where i am held back and confined to certain ideas or certain things. When I am not allowed to truly be me or create I am not at home.

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A place where I matter is my home and school. A place where my soul is nurtured, comforted, and fed is my home and the band room. My site of resistance is my school and the band room.

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My home place is in Williamston, North Carolina.

Me and my family move around a lot. We never really stay at a spot longer then 2 years. I’ve lived in Williamston for over 5 years.

To me, Williamston is an important place. it’s where I basically grew as a person, it’s where I learned many things and met incredible people I consider family. It’s where I’ve fallen but gotten up 10x stronger and it’s where I truly experienced what it’s like to actually settle. Living there for that long made me forget the dreadful feeling of moving around a lot and I actually got to think about long term ideas after surpassing 2 years of staying there. I also got to have 5+ year long friendships that still are going strong til this day.

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My grandma provides comfort to me. She gives me peace and she shows love every time I come over. The smell of the breakfast she cooks me in the morning while Im in bed. She gives me freedom sometimes. While i’m at her house she provides safety.

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My home that I’m going to talk about is Athens ,I’ve lived here my whole life and there is a lot of things and I didn’t know about It until now. Most of the places here that I know of are restaurants and shopping stores, there’s not really a bunch of things to do here but there’s a least something you can do every day. It was first very interesting at first and did not know anything about it until I started going the same places too many times and it just got boring and it didn’t feel the same anymore. I would recommend new people to try it out and see how they would like it for themselves. If they like then it would be a good thing for them but if not then they don’t have to go there again. So I like living here because of the friends that I made and how I meet new people and where I work it’s all good. And whenever I go out somewhere with my family to go and eat or do something fun then it’s a really good time to do things here in Athens. There’s also times whenever I want to be by myself then I would go out and just drive around by myself and just not worry about anything and just clear my mind. So that’s what I feel about in athens so that is my story and how I feel about it most of the time.

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My homeplace is my room in my parent house. It’s where I can listen to music. Being in a place where I can listen to music makes me feel happy. Being in my room gives me space and time alone. The led lights complement the light yellow paint on my wall. My pets that stay in my room keeps me happy and they are good company for when I want to be alone. Being in my house gives comfort when my parents are around. The site of my residence in here in Athens, GA. That is my homeplace.

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One place that matter to me is home. Cause when I’m home I feel safe,love,and happiness When I’m home I feel like people care about me and show me that they love me. My soul feels nurtured is at home cause when I’m home I can do anything and whatever without getting in trouble or getting yelled at. And when I’m home I feel like I can talk to my family or sister about anything and I will feel safe talking about stuff with them and I know that they won’t tell nobody or talk to anybody about what I tell them. And no matter what going on in life I will always have them to talk to.

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The cozy little room that I have I miss so much, I love the comfy bed, the music, the light, how I can connect to it, how I made my own vibe and in my own world and is the place that makes me feel safe. The place I can connect with God and relax. The place I can dance and be me on my own or when I have my friends over is the place where we can talk about how life is going and about our goals and how can we make them happen. That’s my home place

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I matter in my home, where I can be myself.
I feel like I'm able to grow in my home and become who i am.
My site of resistance is where ever I can go to do the things I love.

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My room
My room
My room

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Home
Church

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1) I believe I matter within the comfort of my own personal private room. Where I can say, and do whatever I see fit. A place full of emptiness inside the minds of those who are not cultured with the same idealism as myself when encountering my own room.

2) I believe my soul is only truly "nurtured" and fed within the confinements of my personal room. When I can dissolve myself within my favorite music coursing through the body like a disease.

3) I don't believe in a site of resistance for myself at least I didn't until I encountered a certain song. A song that impacted my previous perspective, now this a song that not may people will know but one of its lyrics talks about writing his lyrics within the confinement of his room. Therefore a room could technically be classified as a "sight of resistance" (when you really think about it). At least it is to me even though i'm not a writer, I can resist against negative intentions and drown myself in a sense of joy.

Jackson Snipes

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My homeplace is anywhere where I have my camera. I find that I become centered and calm when I’m able to take photos of the things around me. It gives me the opportunity to look more deeply at what’s happening around me but also allows me to take time to appreciate some of the beautiful things that maybe you don’t notice on a day to day basis. I’ve lived in Athens my whole life and there are places I’ve walked by a thousand times that I’ve never really took time to look at until I got a camera. My camera gives me a sense of tranquility in a place that’s loud and has a lot of people, but also forces me to appreciate the quiet and tucked away places that hold some of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen. My camera is my homeplace because it allows me to feel like I have a little piece of somewhere whether I’ve been there before or not.

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A place where I matter is with my old band/percussion. Even though there where a lot of people in the band/percussion. There was always a point in time where if I wasn’t there it would sound empty or other peoples spirits would be down because I wasn’t there. A lot of younger people came to me for guidance and help, which is something i never thought would happen. My soul was cared for and natured there because my teachers always gave me credit for things i didn’t even think I deserved credit for. I was never confident in my playing but my teachers would always give me that reassurance. I always felt like I had that safe space for me to ask my questions or help out other people, to better myself. My site of resistance is on the field or on the court wherever I would perform. I was able to prove to others that this is worth it that it can give you life. That it can tap in with your inner you. It gave me a home away from home, a place to prove to myself that I am worth it

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I would say my home places are the two towns that both sides of my family are from. In both towns, we own property and a home. There have been lots of memories in these places. My ancestors did their best to cultivate their property in the hopes to pass it down to future generations. One day I hope to return to these homes and restore them. I am connected to these places by my family. It was made for me without older generations even knowing who I would be. I am proud to be connected to such beautiful places. I am lucky to still be able to visit these cities and homes whenever I would like a sense of belonging. I matter in those places, and my soul is able to feel completely safe. I can reflect on how much my family had to endure just to be able to survive. It is resistance for me because of the impact that a black family owning large portions of property has. My family also ensured generational wealth for many years/generations. They made this possible for me and other descendants. For me these are my home places.

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my homeplace is myself, it’s where i feel the most comfortable at, most loved at, and most free at. my site resistance would probably be my house, too many negative things around & sometimes i jus want to be alone & be by myself.

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This room is my homeplace. My art lovingly taped to every wall she cant put a nail through and my sculptures stacked onto piles of library books. The incense i brought dances through the air and smells of laughter and understanding. A guitar leans against the wall holding the song my sister’s dying to show me in its cracked wooden body. The weather is always just right and pours the sun through her huge windows. Here i can be myself with no conditions. Here is my homeplace.

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My home place is Music. It might sound different but that’s what I feel the most. At night I lay in bed and listen to songs that I want connect with. Music gives me comfort. It helps me feel like myself. I feel free when I listen to music. I can connect with it and relate to the songs I listen to. I think about life and other things that make me feel whole. Music makes me feel calm, happy, and safe. I can feel emotion with music. I can be myself with music. Without music, I wouldn’t be who I am today. Music takes me home. - Karamyah

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Hi Dee my home place is my house Because there I have everything I need to be happy.

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I think my car is my home place because it’s where I can get some peace and quiet, listen to music and relax.

It also takes me to special places I want to go like with my friends or family, school, sports, the gym, etc. I listen to different types of music when I go to each place. But I always end up going back in my car. I can choose which mood I am in in my car

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my home place is my room , I feel as if I am most comfortable in my room and it gives me a peace of mind . my room is my peace ! The led lights and lit up candles compliment the fuzzy covers and beanbag chair …. vanilla candles and quietness put everything in place .  enjoyed the class time we spent with you . you kept the class engaged for almost the entire period . your personality lit up the room , and it’s just made it better because of your culture as well ! ❤️ Hope to see you again soon … see you later ms dee !❤️❤️❤️

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I choose my home because it’s the place I feel safe, cared, important, and free. My home represents me and my beliefs. Decorated by my culture and religion. The food is my culture. A place that makes me feel free and happy. Comfortable with the people. My home is my safe place.

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My home is my uncles house, he has many animals there that i can interact with. His family doesn’t judge a person by their looks but how they act.

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Anna - I matter in my sculpture class. I have friends there who I can talk to and be comforted when I need it. We talk about things going on in the world and I can express my ideas and how I want to fix things in the world. My teacher cares about me and what’s going on in my life. I get to express myself through the art I make. During school this would be my homeplace

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Wherever I am
Soccer field
School

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My homeplace is my granny’s house not to be confused with my grandmother. In my family those names represent two different people . At my granny’s house i feel loved, comfortable ,safe and cared for. She makes it a safe-space for me where I don’t have any worries. I don’t have to deal any stress from school,work,my mother, even the tiny responsibilities i have. I feel like she listens to me and understands stands me , and she doesn’t she tries too. I’m not belittled by her, she that i feel too.

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My Home is Music

To me Music has history like when I used to jam out with my mom when she was still around and how we would listen to it on nice drives so we didn’t have to talk

Music also presents the new experiences like when I sing/create a new song

Music also helps remind me why I strive to be better in everything

Music gives me freedom to sing and create things that have meaning it allows me to feel emotions I would otherwise not experience

I feel heard when I preform and write music it’s where I find comfort

It’s where I feel like my truest self

Everything to do with music whether it’s listening, creating, or preforming music I know I will always matter

Though there are other people/places that give me comfort I know no matter what my home place will always be MY HOME

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I feel like a homeplace has a lot of gray area. I truly like feel like my homeplace is through my hands, through myself maybe? I consider myself a creative being, I’m rather talented in certain areas, wherever I feel creative, I feel safe because it’s up to me how I choose to express it. It’s a space that it is dictated by no one but myself. A lot of the time I seek confidence in what I know I’m able to do. Whether it is holding myself accountable or releasing tension.

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My homeplace is my room because it'sthe only place where I can talk to friends from my computer and play games with them. It feels good when I get home and check my computer to join my friends and have fun. The people that I talk to really show who they are because they don't need to wear a mask and be someone who the society likes. We are a small online community that help each other talking about our problems and we try to give moral support to the people who need it.

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I matter anywhere i stand. although i may not seem to matter to anyone else. my soul? she only comes out when my loved ones are around. my friends hold me tight. and my blood pushes me away.

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It’s where I go to high school. I’ve been going there since 7th grade for football and wrestling. I’m pretty sure I’ve spent more time there then I’ve spent anywhere else in my life. It’s where I go to do my best, and find out what I’m made of.

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My nanas house has became an home place for me. It has became my get away place when I need a break or just wanna get away that’s where I go. My nanas house brings me joy, laughter, love, and peace.

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*The place where I matter doesn’t matter, because where ever I go, I will matter to someone.

*My family is a place where my soul is nurtured. Even if I’m the one nurturing.

*My sight of resistance will be my friends, my lover, and my imagination that holds my hope and despair.

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I thought about what could be my home place for a while, but the more I thought, the more I was stuck. I’m not sure I have a home place, because everywhere I am I don’t really feel at comfort.

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My grandmas house is my homeplace

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My home is the world of music. The world in which I create and inspire. Surrounded by friends, I’ve been able to progress as a person, as a producer, and as an artist. Whether it’s making or listening, music is more than my home. It’s my world.

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This is my home place.

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Twinkling stars
Cool breeze
Thick summer air
They hug me tight
Wrap me up
And whisper “you are loved”

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On and off trails, in wind and rain and heat and snow. With toads, trees, chipmunks, squirrels, hawks, crows, owls, moths. Void of materialism, consumerism, and productivity working on my psychology. Walk and run one foot in front of the other on the soft ground and crunching leaves. Root systems reaching back to rural Ohio and even farther behind...in the Appalachian mountains of Kentucky. The ground under my feet pulls me to my elders and ancestors. Home.

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My home is something quiet and warm. Outside but can only hear animals and breeze for miles. Sun baring on my skin, sweat trickling from my temples. My mind is at peace--I am unworried and unhurried. I am alone with my thoughts and feel safe.

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Tiny hands, wide-eyed exploring the world and how we are in it, quiet conversations, loud excitement, feeling our feelings together, healing, roly polys, laying in the grass, coming inside dirty with a new hole ripped in my jeans, holding small people as they process and grieve, supporting big ideas, reminding the world that children are people, and that all children deserve a childhood. Healing space for families, growing together, every day showing up kind of love.

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My roommates have become home for me. Here, in the space we share, I feel I can be. My tears are welcomed. I can unfold. I can be held. I can learn a new definition for home.

Here, I heal. Here, I hear. Here, I am heard.

This homeplace is healing my own relationship to the word home. I am learning I can rebuild my definitions of words. I am seeing that home can be a safe place. I am learning that there can be healthiness inside a home. There can be good conflict, open communication, and space for everyone to be what they need.

Here, I can show up.

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Scott, Subha, Ms. D, Osato, Marcus, Damon, Ms. Z, Langston Hughes, Amiri Baraka, Blackness, junior scholars, laughter, deep love, sometimes crying, free space, bright smiles, breaking bread, peas and rice and oxtail gravy, black owned smoothy shop on 133rd, Harlem, 135th, crowded 2 and 3, Saturday mornings are for the burg, the Mecca, Black joy, the Blackness a true reminder of who I am and whose I am, Black free Dee