She is mine

This is my home
The place you speak of
With contempt in your eyes
And disgust in your voice

She is mother
She is friend
And enemy
And foe

And home
And lover
And quiet
And abode

Don't speak of her
As a decaying carcass
As a thing
A cog

An itch
A thorn
As nothingness
Or death

She is home
My home
My mother
My origin

Don't speak of her
In my presence
With that look in your eyes
Or that tone in your voice

She is my home
She is mine
Her and all her hell
She is mine