RAGE

I am from   c                                        a             n                               h             e                                     s,

         l              e                                             s                                       e             t             

Saturday mornings at Denny’s,

American middle class global upper class privilege,

Eighteen years in a hilltop house,

Too high

                To see

                     Poverty

                          Discrimination

                                Injustice

                                   Far,

                                                                                                Far                          B

                                                                                                                                                E

                                                                                                                                                                L

    Eighteen  years  behind  dark  tinted  windows  obscuring                O

peeling                         Their grimaces look                         paint and                                       

empty                      like grins, shouting matches like                    stomachs                   W                

     on  the                       laughter, meager belongings                     o  t  h  e  r                  .

side   of                          like fashionable                            the world              

t r a c k s.         Minimalism, rags like a fashion statement, sallow faces          I t     w a s              

like      looking      in      a      FuN      hOuSe      MiRrOr.              

My   life   was   a   synonym   for   m e a n i n g l e s s .