The Only House I Live In Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

The only house I live in
is the house inside of me
I make it my home
my personal dwelling
my beauty
my charm
my friend
when I open its door
I share it with the world
I laugh
I cry
I sing
I become moody
when I want to be fancy
I dress up
I play
I eat at a restaurant
I cook
I eat with bare hands
when it is quiet
I read
I write
I let the world know
what my home
inside of me
looks like
because my house
I make my home
for you and for me.