This is the house that built me
and I’m gonna burn it down.
This is the river I crawled from
and I refuse to drown here.
And bless the strippers
but fuck the men.
And bless the berries
but fuck the farm.
And bless the daughter
but fuck the family.
What is a home
if not the first place you learn to run from?
You’ve got to bite the hand
that starves you, and in doing so
Praise the place that birthed you.
Birthed you fucked up.
Birthed you ugly, and interesting,
and ready to scream.