Going home seems easier now you’re grown.
Back to where you were conceived.

Not literally, but where your identity was formed.
But you forget it’s even harder to walk those old streets in new shoes.

You aren’t the same, but you will never change in the eyes of those who saw you before you reached your final form.

Yet each time you go back, you feel the need to challenge and control their perceptions less and less.

In this place, the identity you created only lived on the inside.

Now it is pinned to your collar.

You are no longer segregated, but set apart.

Not better, but bettered.

Now when you walk these streets you get to choose which home you return to; the town that made you, or the home that you made.

Freddie Finch