Morning meant nothing to me.
Nothing was new about how the streets would be
I was still the little homeless girl no one would see
My brother was embodied by filth from the trash can
Taking in what he thought his tummy can.
Meal time is forever a suffocating relationship
And observe… I say brother because my usual, is his usual
We are forced to be family because we are unfamiliar together.
Everyone invisible to the money world
Is visible to my visual…
I see myself in anyone who hungers like me
Dry chapped lips always speaking silence like me
Hopeless eyes forbidden to see luxury
And my cracked skin is your exhibition of rejected art
I am a mosaic of the desert floor
That’s how you make me feel when you stare with condolence
The fight for wealth is all I have ever known
And now I know of two worlds
The one on our street and the one on yours
Separated by a thin imaginary line
not the one in your geographical books
the ones i will never peruse.
you call it status quo.
Its been a while but one day
One of you will cross the street
Calm our envy,
Feed our empty
And heal humanity.
It’s been a while please…
I just want to see someone healing humanity
Beautiful! I love this! ♥️