i am one of the people
you laugh at as you pass by
behind tinted windows
how does it feel?
not watching kids
barely out of middle school
killing themselves with heroin
alongside adults?
how does it feel?
not watching people stay in partnerships
out of survival and addiction?
how does it feel?
to choose your own feminine products
at the store?
how does it feel?
not chasing anything
to erase the knowledge
around your decimated chances
of getting out?
YOU ARE READING
long gone (save me from this hell)
Poetryquatervois. trigger warning. highest rankings #2 in blackpoet #3 in spokenword #3 in prosepoetry seventh poetry collection (2024)
