My beautiful, strong ye fragile house
My birthright, my carnal exoskeleton, my safe place, my pride
Arranged in line with other houses, standing erect side by side
So many times they have burnt it down
But each time I have rebuilt on more solid ground
Many have taken issue with it on so many occasions
Then they demanded why I would dare have it stand so tall without their permission
Sometimes they would gawk and snarl
and then the day came when some ripped off wooden floor boards and panels and made off with the junk in my trunk…
the day after, these other houses wore what had been taken from mine
then celebrated themselves
Wow! how beautiful we all look
Original! Fresh! Never before been seen in all the history books
Had no one else noticed that these were all my things?
Had no one cared how much pain the mistreatment and wickedness directed towards me brings?
I tried singing, dancing then even marching my pain away
Some houses cried how my noise was hurting their doors and windows
So I tried remaining silently seated when some other houses were engaged in discussions
then they said I was disrespectful and treasonous
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t
It’s so easy in this house of mine to feel so alone
Oh! my house!