My House - Poem by Sierra Staten
My house is rotten at the foundation.
At any time it can fall, and soon, it will fall.
Many braces have been put up, and many people have been evicted from my house.
I have become a pariah in this house of mine, the house that was once filled with many loving people;
And, when all the people are gone from my house,
I will lay and wait for my house to fall from above me.
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