At Home

At Home In my sisters’ room It is a sauna The heater grinds up too high The sounds of rusty Squeaky bed springs Bouncing The vanilla scented perfume On the desk Fills the air And covers my body Head to toe A cloud of smoke From the straightening iron overheats On the bed sheets My sisters pinch me And sharp nails cut deep Into my skin My pain gets replaced With joy At seeing Their annoyed faces Giving death glares This is my everyday Everynight At home