This Ole House
In this house there is a great serenity
to find myself and my own identity.
I go to my room and for hours I'll stay
the next thing I know the day has
I know at some point I must walk out that
door, and enter a world that's hard
It is the pushers and the hypes who run
our neighborhoods at night
and the ones you call "friend" has just
used you again.
In this house there is a great serenity,
and it is in this OLE' house that I
retrieve back my sanity.
This poem is about being inside my "safe zone"