Home Bondage
Home, don't ask me where is home
Mama is tough, Papa rules
Whenever I am home
I am trouble
So for god's sake
Why did you ask me home?
Home, what is a home
I have no sense of home
How dare you say that
I just say
The world is my home
Turbulence, storms
Mama just wants me home
She worries
She weeps
She is afraid of my trouble
Laugh, they laugh at me
Said my sin is thinking too much
Mom put me in a plain dress
So my forehead is not so obvious
She wants me to look like others
Like others? It's plain
I am the queen of pain
Mom does not want me to write
It's silly they said
I shall be doomed, unhappy
There's no money
Mom, you gave me life to be in pain
How can I not fall into the plan
It's my fate
I was born during the struggle meeting
She said
When will you have a baby she said
being the grandma she wants
Juggling between the lines
Is not easy, mom
Producing money, producing a baby
At the same time
Cooking my poetry
Is not easy
Plucking off my flying feathers
Teaching my feet to measure
They also found my mouth a rein
Why put me in blue
I was born in red
I want that pair of red dancing shoes.
Travel, where to go?
She said there is no home
Lonesome I would be
I already be
What else could it be?
Home, where is home?
Homebound is too soon.