I know my place, here between the have nots and the one percenters. Aware of the inequities and the extravagances,
My heart catches at the injustices, the injuries, those who’ve not fallen through the cracks, as much as having been ground into them.
The ledge I occupy, precarious as it is, teeters on the edge of future fortunes and unseen pitfalls. I know my place.
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Your poem made me feel sad. Fantastic photo’s
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Thank you. It’s weird that when I started writing it I didn’t intend it to be sad. But it makes me sad, too.
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