home
home
a house
separated by nature
walls on all sides
no sidewalks no neighborhood
kids
no one to hear you yell
which is good because if they heard, they’d send cops to come take you away for being bad
no where to hide from the
poltergeist that is seeped in the walls
that sends rage flying down the
hall to your room under the
keyboard where you hide until it
reaches out and twists your arm
never leaving a mark
spit flying on your face
ungrateful
spoiled
bitch
know-it-all
you should be thankful
over your head we give you
a house
home
This poem is about:
Me
My family