the speech

you need to,

pull yourself up

by the boot straps.

suck it up

& soldier on.

“everyone’s afforded the same opportunities”:

bullshit speech.

.

that speech is spitted by

those, with boots.

& bootstraps.

.

those without, don’t give a fuck about your productivity speech.

they don’t give a fuck about your mentality, your wellbeing

or your version of moving fucking forward.

.

you talk of crime,

where there is no real crime.

.

you talk of homelessness,

whilst cosy in your homes.

.

you talk of being cultured,

on your stolen land.

.

you talk about being more,

because you have more.

.

you talk of being educated,

in your educational institutes.

.

those of us without those things:

.

wait for it:

.

we don’t give a fuck!

.

your bootstraps make no fucking difference here.


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we all lost stuff. ay.

when its gone

it’s all gone.

.

your stuff

your dignity

your loved and love.

.

nothing hurts. there’s no more.

threat to you.

you can rest in nothing.

.

he was officially homeless.

.

he smiled more than most.

he wore sun glasses.

with no lenses.

.

he said it was an irony.

.

he possessed a guitar.

and the clothes he wore.

and a blanket.

.

he drank as much as me.

just different liquid.

.

when everything else was closed.

we’d find each other.

we’d laugh and sing.

and drink.

and drink.

and drink.

.

first night he found me.

i was holding up McD’s window.

i couldn’t see 2 fingers in front of my face.

.

you a’ight babe

you got’a home babe.

he asks.

.

nodding all the while

he says:

you lost.

.

that wasn’t a question.

.

picking up my drunk ass

he took me to his ‘place’.

tucked me in with his only blanket.

one last nip.

a pat on the head.

.

you be a’ight.

he says.

.

don’t know where you are now.

.

i hope youre still alive.

.

you showed me more kindness

by the hand of a strange man.

than I had ever had

seen

or deserved.

.

when I told you about my girls

living with their daddy.

you said.

.

we all have a story.

we all lost stuff.

lots of stuff.

.

thank you.

.

and

i hope you found more than your lenses.


kpm ©


 

grateful?

You’re in a heap

You have blanket

You’re a bum

I am not

I give you a dollar

You nod

Aren’t you grateful?

That I took time

To stop

And place my

Well earned dollar

Into your plastic

Cup?

Couldn’t you at

Least

Look up

And acknowledge

How awesome

I am

For having given

You a dollar?

My hard

Earned dollar?

I was expecting

Some gratitude

To make me

Feel complete

I was expecting

Some sort of

Groveling

To make me

Feel complete

My life is shit

And I enjoy

Giving

Shouldn’t you

Show some

Gratitude

At least?


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