Elevated Poverty (poem/book#2)
Elevated Poverty:
My man was bragging to
his boy saying that he had over a hundred pairs of Js as he was hopping on the
bus and negotiating with the driver over change. Sneakers are a drug. A
supersonic short term tonic to make us feel good. We look good being coerced
into a prism masked as a high school survival mechanism. Making money is a
skill. To make one one-hundredth of a million, we don’t know how, but we are
constantly, breathlessly chasing our tails/tales for an Air/heir of wealth. We
sacrifice success and what’s next for feeling like a millionaire right now. We
appear high net worth with showmanship expenses and debt unworthy of ever being
confused for a safety net. Until we reach old age, we may never realize that
our spending lifestyle sucks. We spend over a million minutes of lifetime labor
just to look like a million bucks.
Have you read: Don't Look?
Have you read: Don't Look?
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You did it! Your self-authorized voice is both mighty and lovely. Thank you for being you. Thank you for your existence. Thank you for your leadership.
With Admiration,
fern the poet