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.