Tag: Poverty

It’s a wonderful life….

I laid in bed
with nothing to do.

I watched bad movies
with unfulfilling plots.

I read old books,
(I’ve read them before,
nothing new or useful….)

I failed the flu test,
so I can’t go back to work
my unfulfilling job,
So I can continue to rent out
My roach motel.

It’s a wonderful life….

01.19.2023

Perhaps, if I could exchange my head for something younger, unclouded, full of hope and wonder, I could feel differently about the world.

I don’t see it improving very much for the poor, especially the homeless anytime soon.

Why?

Because the institutions that could do something, are not only not doing anything, they don’t not know what to do.

It’s like watching a fire feed it self.

So I try to watch.

But to aware in this world, you must watch.

And it is always painful to see.

It’s the way of the world….a poem.(#1)

I wouldn’t bring children
into the world,
knowin’ her skin can get her in trouble.

That her body is not her own.

Her spirit chained,
dreams dying hard.

Children shouldn’t be enslaved.
Dirt and fear.

Children
watchin’ those children,
learn’ untruths.

Naw, this ain’t just about race or
poverty.

It’s the way of the world….

Naw, I wouldn’t.

“It feeds on everyone”, a poem.

A blackened vine,
its vines thick,
unseened and ignored,
covering
concrete and
crumbling brick.

Nutured and
fed,
fruits
of desperation
feed a
workforce.

But good plants
change when
its environment
changes,
and

Now
it
feeds
upon everything
and
everyone.

It wasn’t always like
this,
but poverty can
be a bitch.

First there were
the anointed and
chosen,
then
slaves,
then came
accountants
and laws
to make
everything legal
in the eyes of God.

And all is well.