I'll fight you
if you say urban blight
one more time.
The swirl of plastic bags and foil wrappers
are embedded into the breeze.
The sidewalks are paved waves
that rocks the passengers
all over the place.
I'll go out my mind
if you keep preaching
about the gentrified lines.
The new-age, pastel apartments' designs
don't blend in with any ease.
Desires for the landscape
makes for challenges
no one was trying to face.
I'll never survive
if you continue with lies
about my community's
eventual demise.
Anybody who pleads for equality suffers
from broken knees.
Yet too many variables remain
making sure perfectly good
souls go to waste.
YOU ARE READING
urban fairytales
Poesíait's easier to believe magic doesn't exist so we don't feel guilty for being too stupid to see it (c) daisyology / kandutchie This poem book is completed.
