My space goes with me everywhere
I go,
It stays with me, rent-free.
There are no tiffs, spats, fights, or
melees,
Together we are one, at peace.
My space sounds an alarm,
It rings my brain to tell my mind
To think, pause, stop, breathe, exhale
To the point of stillness.
And await the calm to rise,
And it comes.
My space never fails, it stills the soul,
Cannot be stolen, and is always at
home.
No eviction.
My space is a human right
That needs protection,
For it is mine, and not a threat.
Homelessness does not exist,
It will never come,
That only happens outside of my
body,
Outside of my mind.
In the world of blinded inequity,
If only I could give to the human race.
