24. Where Poverty Hides
Poverty hides in me.
It has taught me to keep it a secret,
because no one gives a fuck.
If they detect a weakness,
they are likely to give you a boot
in the arse, right over the gap.
Being poor, you are heavier,
more prone to falling.
Once you hit the ocean
your heart drops like a sinker.
Poverty rests heavily.
Trying to hold onto your dignity, where it
rests like a soft cushion beneath the heart.
With each step & with each exhalation
your dignity escapes you.
Breathe more slowly, afraid of detection. |
