The playground is empty
It's busted up
People don't play there
They shoot up
Can't walk down the block
With my skirt on
Get groped or harassed
like I want some
At least rent is low
but my roof leaks
And my best friend's house got robbed
Last week
This shit is exhausting
Can't go home
I live in a suburban
Warzone
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Author:
H.R. Powell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 4th, 2021 17:30
- Comment from author about the poem:
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments3
I thought Honolulu was all palm trees, beaches and houla......I'm truly sorry .
Your situation , clearly and succinctly told is horrendous.
Get out as early as you can.
Such a strong write HR, I do wish that respect and love for all would come to our world.
Andy
stylistically paced and worded social commentary
executed really well, a good read
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