(Penned in the poet’s teenage years)
*****
they
see with great clarity
gaps and spaces
we overlook
each small hesitation
magnified one hundred times
forced to see
by
howling exile
from
all that is worthy in us
to
cold
hungry
ugly
razor edged
universes
in our
backyards
now
they
prowl our downtown alleys and
prey on our women and
grow their fingernails
long
and
sharp
*****
This poet is so poor that she can’t even pay proper attention. The littlest contribution, believe her, will be vastly appreciated —
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