Home is a funny thing
It’s where you hang your hat
It’s where you make love
It’s where you bring your friends
It’s where you laugh
It’s where you cry
It’s where you sleep
It’s where you put your shoes
It’s where you house the things that matter.
My hat goes on my head.
My shoes go on my feet.
My body houses my knowledge.
So now I know
As long as I am alive,
I will never be homeless.
Because my body is my home.
It holds all my pieces.
It’s in good repair.
It does all the things that need doing (with my help)
I will always be thankful
For my home
For my body
Brigid Faye, Reader 
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