Changed

Rearranged my soul;
Adopted the personality to better
fit the morals of someone
Who’s seen the waves
deteriorate rock bottom
to no more than pebbles.

Found the courage
to wander into the trees,
no longer afraid
of spiders in their hammocks
and snakes in the brush.

Unequipped and unprepared,
I’ll never return to the road
that guided me towards
an unfinished compound sentence.


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Poverty

What is the definition of poverty
to a man who has never seen a friend on the corner
of fifth and sixth, shivering on the doorstep
of a woman who does not bother to ask his name.
What does it mean to a man who never has to wonder
what it is like to dump change on the counter
of the corner store, hoping to have enough
to survive another night of stale cigarettes
and unpaid bills; children too young
to understand why their clothes come from
the siblings just older than them,
and not the mall the same as their classmates,
never knowing the feel of new clothes.
Where does the perception lie
to a man who has no concept of worth;
one who believes $8.50 is liveable under
the weight of student loans and medical debt,
as if there is a penny to spare into savings
that would otherwise pay for tomorrow night’s dinner.
How do you teach the reality of what it means to survive
to a man who has always had everything
and has never known what it is like to have nothing?


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A Single Breath

It’s amazing how quickly things can change.
How it only takes a few seconds, a single
moment to topple the cards you stacked.

I was fourteen, my life spinning on a merry-
go-round when I fell off and rolled face first
into the puddle I’m still drowning in.

I was thirteen when it started spinning, when
the hands gripped cold metal and a body threw
it’s weight counterclockwise.

I was fifteen when I started replacing my card
castle, and sixteen when the winds came, a
hurricane bringing the floods that sink the cards
I’m dealt.

Nearly seventeen, the water still rises while my
life jacket fails to float in the space above the
surface.


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