Poetry

Overdue

Open immediately.

Notice enclosed.

Place robbed,

But nobody knows.

Shut offs

and

cut offs

IN FIVE DAYS.

Friends give assurance with

false OKAYS.

Negative bank

statements.

Eviction

on the door.

Uncle Sam stealing,

And Sallie wants more.

 

Sistah needs a break:

Can’t cook,

no gas.

Chest pain intensifying.

Smacking my ass.

 

Child wants toys and

precious little things.

Displaced nasty

words is what

Mommy sings.

 

The Lord is my shepherd

I shall not want?

My belly turned against me.

My mind, it taunts!

 

My life is not my own.

I thought it long ago.

But time does tell

That earth is hell

And souls just have to go.

 

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