I may have figured it out

I may have figured it out; "home".
may have.
It is all the yeses we say
that end up shaping who we are.
No matter what patch of land we live on, there is a number of yeses that we must say,
to survive.
A genuine, real, true yes;
a silend, forced, non-consensual yes.

the accumulated yeses, with time, shape and change us
into a newer, altered, grown, adapted/ive version of 'us'.

and in that formation,
is generated,
eventually,
a feeling of belonging
(and familiarity)
to what we've been accepting for quite some time.

that is home.

perhaps.