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Found in Laredo, TX.
This speaks to me on a spiritual level every time I pass this sign on my campus.
So being myself I wrote a poem about it:
I built an entire city out of paper.
I made a village for earthworms in my backyard.
I never realized how obsessed with building I was.
How obsessed with creating places for things to live.
I remember how my little brother and I used to dominate the living room on weekends
with forts crafted from pillows and blankets
And it didn’t matter that we couldn’t sit up straight in them
It didn’t matter that we could only see the TV out of a little hole
It didn’t matter that they fell down each night while we slept
It just mattered that it was ours
I wonder why I always felt the need to make homes.
I wonder why my writing is my newest way to do so
I have always felt somewhat displaced,
constructing a space for myself out of metaphors
and fitting myself in between pages
using soft words as new pillows for my fort.
It does not matter that I watch them fall down each night around me
It does not matter that I cannot sit up straight in them.
ONE BAD APPLE
doesn’t really matter doesn’t represent all apples can be overlooked does no harm
SPOILS THE BUNCH
Nola BLM Rally
Written on the side of a building.
They say a change is gon come
but where is it coming from?
Cuz I feel like I’ve been
standing on the street corner
with my hands out
begging for change
and ain’t nobody give us none.