My ancestors left words to teach for my empire.
So when I talk someone shouts you're preaching to the choir.
I have to wear protective gear when I reach for this fire.
Because I came to this place from my native home.
Poetry took me in until I was strong and fully grown.
I wanted to know from where I came, my very name.
Then Poetry showed me a fortress called solitude.
She was mad I ate all the food but I was in a jolly mood.
So when I started to press buttons, suddenly my stress wasn’t.
I knew that me and this fortress of solitude would be best cousins.
Laptop, Notepad, Cellphone, this fortress takes many phrases.
Depending on my locations it still makes plenty praises.
I was uncertain of this place, but this is now my residence.
As this poetry is to me, the White House is to presidents.
So after a hard day’s work, I can come and retreat here.
And secrete tears, this fortress of solitary write where I defeat fear.