My House
- Niaisa Battle

- Dec 14, 2025
- 1 min read
And if I could take the weight from your heart,
Giving you enough kindness to save your life--
It truly runs me dry,
How something so delicate and light could be banished
In the words that speak evil of society
You've been ripped from the ground,
Your roots are rigid and filled with dirt
And they torch your petals,
The very same ones they've plucked and benefited from

