I pick my phone up
where to next?
buy this
watch that!
I walk down the street
anywhere to relax?
noooo!
more fences! more billboards!
I run back home
landlord watches me through cameras
should I start my world here?
have 20 kids, canning..more canning!
the world out there!
ah let’s not talk about
its nice yeah! their dopamine is high
but you see my love!
my children are people of moderation
they share, care and reuse snares
but there’s so much distracting me
big booties, money, drugs…
why does poetry come out of me
why do I call this poetry?
I guess
it is my poetic side…
distressed, distracted
don’t let me show these sides
caring about my community
and they fume at me!
whatever…
what to eat… what to eat