Communism

No thank you,

I have things,

And I like owning things.

I hold my grandmother's necklace,

A gift from her mother, 

Who worked hard to buy it.

Who saved every penny.

So that I could wear a piece, 

Of our history,

Around my neck.

No thank you,

I have things,

And I like owning things. 

I touch the books on my shelf,

Each spine a story,

That belongs to me.

Each page a world

That I can enter,

Whenever I choose.

No thank you,

I have things,

And I like owning things.

I look at my home,

Each corner,

A reflection of who I am.

Every photograph,

A memory,

I am free to cherish.

No thank you,

I have things,

And I like owning things.

They tell me,

Sharing is caring - 

But I ask,

Isn't it also caring,

To honour the toil,

The dreams and hopes,

That built these walls,

That filled these drawers.

No thank you,

I have things,

And I like owning things.

I value the sweat,

The sacrifice,

That allowed me to:

Hold my grandmother's necklace,

To touch the books on my shelf,

To look at my home.

No thank you,

I have things,

And I like owning things.

And in my things,

I find freedom,

To remember,

To be, 

To dream.