What I See

I hate the system but too tired after work to raise a fuss
and that's how they get us
work hard you'll get what you deserve is what they tell us
but they forge cheques
no bank behind what they sell us
speeding away too rich for tickets while you slave and later ride the bus
socio economic class plays on my mind while I study late at night hoping to pass
hoping to pass
and this isn't just me
in class I look around me
see a young mother, a father of three
all of a sudden the test means more than just grades
i feel the importance an a or b or c can mean to escape poverty
and then later I work
dishwashers, line cooks, servers, and management
we sit around at the bar after work drinking booze we can't afford just to be around those who understand our vent
calls to my mother I can't fake it
she can tell I can't take it
tells me calm down take it day by day you'll make it.

Haven't had a girl in awhile
Then again haven't had myself
Bloodshot eyes in a smudged mirror
Apartment a mess of unfinished poems
Huge stack of wishes and dishes







-D