25 cents

From real experience

“25 cent for da poor

Quarter fo the poor!

None?

Nothing?!”

 

25 cents of bile stuck in my throat

That of which I will not share.

 

Not words, but eyes

A youth lost in an elder

Forgotten by humanity

A hope, restricted by

 

By what?

Me?

Born and raised, caring

And distrustful.

 

“The blacks will help, but not the whites.

The nerve.”

 

Behind grey eyes,

All I can see are

Questions asked

That I could never free.