Tell me what you see By Seyhandra Benjamin
This shit isn’t a coincidence
That when I look around me
There is only ever poverty.
The multiple cop cars on the corner
Policing never protecting.
The overflowing trash cans;
Clearly the city forgot about us.
This shit isn’t a coincidence
That when I enter the Govt. Assistance office
Me and my peers get treated like shit Like we
signed up to be poor.
Don’t tell me to pull the strings on my boots tight
When my boots are full of holes and creases. Not
to mention 4 generations too small. And if you
care to know
The flimsy made bottom makes my feet hurt
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Da Hood Journal
Originally published at http://dahoodjournals.com on November 9, 2021.
