Mouth to Mouth ( A Poem)

Living with death

But afraid to die

Old ghetto apartments

They subsidize

Until then

we fail to realize

That others’ dreams and aspirations

are based upon on our untimely demise

Or perhaps

It is fitting

Because it is the lust of another life

that keeps us forgetting

That one man’s trash

is thousands of men’s treasure

What could be the difference?

Skin colorgentrified



Or pleasure

We can say  all of these things

But they are all man made

Creating boxes and boundaries

eliminating a path to be paved

Or we could  just


Take responsibility

As absurd as it may


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