My favourite word is mine

I love how it comes out of my tongue

There’s no way I would shrub it

I love mine

Because for the longest time I have barely had anything mine

Not even myself, I belonged to someone

Everything I had was either shortlived or borrowed

I walked around with rented and borrowed stuff

With every sign on the street reminding me

Words like mine were too expensive for a girl like me

But now I can say mine

This poem mine

This word mine

This blog mine

Mine mine mine

I have things that are mine.

And there’s gold and all the precious minerals