My House

I know the rules 
I wrote the book
I laid the foundation 
I filled the nooks 
With accents, traps, 
Grout and stone

Ain’t no holes in here—
This my house.

I stacked the bricks
I chose the tone
Inside, outside 
On my own
And I own
These colors, 
Textures 
And structures
They’re mine, alone

Don’t need no eyes 
On my prize
It’s not yours to scrutinize—
This my house.

I chose the table
Cuz I wasn’t able 
To find a seat at yours
And that’s just fine
Cuz this is mine
And I give the invites
I guide the tours 
That room is closed
But you can sit here
With me
You bring dessert 
And I’ll pour you the tea

It’s my door to open
Not yours to close
Everyone here
Is someone who knows

Ain’t no hating here—
This my house.

Here,
Let me show you out.