Mmmmm distractions

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