Hello.
My dear poverty.
It's never too far between our meetings.
I can't say that I love you,
But you are a massive part of me.
We break up.
Every payday.
But it's only temporary...
And I hate that you
You
You are so common.
You flavor my Ramon.
I tell my friends about you
But your name
It slips right by them.
You are ever in the background
Of my life
And I can't fight it.
I just bend my back and push on.
Keep you secret.
Try to hide it...
We grew up together.
Me and you.
You and I.
I couldn't leave you if I wanted.
Best believe me,
I have tried.
We've made love in our lonely bed.
We dreamed vividly in my lonely head.
We've painted the naked pictures
Written secrets in my darkest dreads.
You cover the pages of my soul,
Hot and cold...
Poverty.
My nourishment.
My last supper.
My inherited bread.
It's something that never bothered me
Written in like a prodigy
It acknowledged me.
Took me in.
Built with the same biology.
My blood is poor and inbred
It's tainted like 1000-year-old dirt.
Why the fuck do you think my skin
Is the very color
Of the Earth?
Mother Earth.
MOTHER'S (B)-urth.
I was birthed
From a poor mother,
With a poor lover.
Poverty has touched all of us.
All of our relat(_)ves
Minus the -I-
I know I'll be poor until
The day I
Die with
My dear poverty.