Nothing and No One is Free
It’s liberating really
Having someone tell us
That this house that witnessed
All of the sharp
And soft edges of us
Is no longer ours
Just because
Some man (who we don’t know)
Did something (we don’t know what)
That was illegal
The only way I can ever be free
Is to have nothing left that matters to me
It’s so interesting
Not knowing
When we will have food
And when we won’t
Keeps me on my toes
And makes everything
Taste delicious
Even the air
The only way I can ever be free
Is to have nothing left that matters to me
It’s almost amusing
Watching my father
Veins popping, fists shaking
Kicking me out
I must take up too much space
In his pristine house
But seriously,
All I need is a couch
The only way I can ever be free
Is to have nothing left that matters to me
I’m so stylish
Holes in my jeans
That I actually earned
Super tight shirts
Three years too short
And safety pins
Holding
Me
Together
The only way I can ever be free
Is to have nothing left that matters to me
We are broken glass
My brother
Too good for this world
And six sisters
Two who don’t know I exist
Four I couldn’t exist without
And my mother
With too much passion
For her almost enough life
That’s how I know I’ll never be free
There’s too damn much that matters to me
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