Ah, this is such a moving look at how Mensah feels alienated from her home and her family because she's gone through things that they can't understand. You don't specify who, if anyone, she's addressing in this poem, but I like to think she's telling these things to Murderbot (the way she starts off by explaining how things are where she comes from definitely suggests that she's talking to someone not from Preservation, and maybe more familiar with harrowing battles than with domestic accidents) because it can understand. In that way it makes a great counterpoint to the series (especially the first book which is explicitly addressed to Mensah), with Mensah and MB talking to each other about how they've changed each other.