Four walls don’t make a home
The color grey with agonizing sounds
I never popped nobody’s dome
Yet still treated like a hound
Lumps and browns surround my tray
For dessert a hook to the face
The only thing gourmet
Is if I get a new case ?
Monsters are real
They don’t have horns or fur
I have to repeal
Or my life will defer
Put me outside to work
Not given any rights
I see the framework
To me seeing lights
Beaten daily cuz I’m alive
Dieing internally to survive
I just want the word
In front of me to just say
Hi