Her life
Was pennies
And nickels
With busted
Knuckles
From washing
And washing
The boss’s
Shit stained
Underwear.
Her life
Was hand carried
Groceries
On cracked sidewalks
Where even
Weeds didn't
Dare to grow
Dropping oranges
That rolled
Into sewers.
Her life
Was late buses
And crowded
Trains
That stank
Of piss
And filth
Where she
Never got
To sit.
Her life
Was never
Pink
Or yellow
Always
The same
Shit colored
Brown
Day in
And out.
Her life
Was only white
In death
So I now know
Why
She smiled
In the hospital
That smelt like
Soap, sanitizer,
And daisies.
On the morning
Of her burial
The sunrise
Was finally vibrant
With pink's
And yellow's
And I laid
Roses
On my mothers
Shit colored
Casket.
About the Creator
Rachel Jacobs
Welcome to The Chameleon Heart.......
@phantasma.philosophy ~ Instagram for my poetry.
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