the house
a poem
2 min readJul 6, 2023
The house I was born in
belongs to another owner now
bought in a cheap deal
someone else who uses it for shelter
and a trash heap
It was outdated.
The house I was raised in
wasn’t a house
was hitched to a truck and rolled away
someplace else to degrade
and be folded into the rubbish.
It was replaced.
The house I was formed in
wasn’t a house
has another tenant
someone else to make the rent
and occupy Lot 3-B of the…