Who owns me?

Maybe the junk that clutters the house

Or the sentiment behind

Inside my home

Trinkets, gifts, pictures, furniture and clothes

The enslavement started

With the fallacy of need

Bigger, better…what everyone seeks

I remember my first apartment

Sleeping in the tub

Waiting for my friends to transport

My dog and my books

There were cast off chairs

From the mom of my friend

And the lovely echo

First independence portends

Who owns me in the midst o these things

I long for the freedom

A giant dumpster can bring

©BBerry January 4, 2015

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