Tell me what you see By Seyhandra Benjamin

This shit isn’t a coincidence 

That when I look around me 

There is only ever poverty. 

The multiple cop cars on the corner 

Policing never protecting. 

The overflowing trash cans; 

Clearly the city forgot about us. 

This shit isn’t a coincidence 

That when I enter the Govt. Assistance office

Me and my peers get treated like shit Like we

signed up to be poor. 

Don’t tell me to pull the strings on my boots tight

When my boots are full of holes and creases. Not

to mention 4 generations too small. And if you

care to know 

The flimsy made bottom makes my feet hurt

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