Pale Soul Sea (#Wattys2018)

A Poem About The Great Depression

We have been slaughtered, out by the great monster that everyone told us we could conquer. Our people are dying out, their crying out. They are tired of trying in a world where people are constantly lying.

This depression, does it affect you? I have to go to soup kitchens for fragments of food. Why am I like this, left out in the world, I'm homeless. Eating stale bread and crumbs of donuts, hoping no one would notice, for those crumbs had been stolen.

All I want is help, all we need is help, but the white folks tip their heads and beg us good deeds, they tell us to leave. They leave us alone to grieve. Who are we? In a white folks world. Who is me?

It doesn't take words to sum up our story like bird's taking off, our story is free. It has fled the scene, we have no way of remaining clean and you ask us why we act so mean. . . Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you determine us by the factored color in our genes. . .

We are broken, we are lost, and for what, an empty cost. I'm broken, I'm out spoken lord. I put my faith in you because you know what to do.

We are broken, my father lost his job. We only got left with two choices, either to sob or mob. My people are broken, we are lost in a world without God. We look up to the sky but it's as if our angels waved us goodbye. Dear lord if you hear this please save us lord.

Broken and lost, in a world so cold, when the only thing people care about, is gold. I'm broken lord, I need your saving lord, I tried praying out to you, I know you could do amazing things. I'm waiting, my faith is fading, our hearts are breaking, we're craving you lord. Take us lord. Take me lord. Take us lord, take us.