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.