Tell them-
Tell them to take the property,
it's all their's to have.
Tell them to enjoy the bathtub where I birthed my first born
alone, in pain, and saw it go down the drain.
Tell them to soak in the morning light of the spare room we slept in separately all too often.
They themselves can have the windows closest to where the drive-by was.
Your greed and your wants have blinded you like the fresh coat of paint that illuminates the house.

But give me a moment to savor my land.
Let me breathe in the lavender I planted all those years ago
and spare me a second to watch the breeze dance with all the ivory.
Let me walk around my first garden and admire the bulbs,
brush against the lemon balm and the small batch of mint I planted in the shade.

I, too, want to live in peace but cannot scratch out the land
for my nails are still ***** from working my land.