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