Big Girl

Tiny girl born

into a world where
smiling faces, words of
appreciation came by the
dozen, from the ones
closest. Forced to
suffer through the
disgusting chants of filthy

Your Success

I see it,
I'm happy.
I want it, work
just as hard,
scrubbing dirty floors,
away the fingerprints
on the windows,

Ever Seen A Ghetto Desert?

Trash cans flooded, tumbling
onto the ground, my body
consumes the contaminated winds.
Mice racing past my feet and down
into the nearby sewer in these
silent blocks-a speeding beating,
heart-ready-to-throw-itself-out-of-

Patience

The pain, like a sharp pinch to my side,
had gone ignored. Empty yet full
at once now. Paranoia strikes as I
step to the register, worried
as to the directions eyes
are pointed in as I
proceed to purchase.