Poorness
by Barbara Ellen Meyer (Meyer-Spidell) circa 1992
an amber orange sky, summer, with a cynic standing on a street corner, his wallet full as his stomach with the day's beer, headed on home, to get ready for his night out with the boys
a crankster with too much make-up hiding her speed bumps, pushing a stroller to find her man or anyone to talk to, no one listens but her children and they got shit for brains anyhow
a black man, too young to be a Father, still hangin with the neighborhood teens, old enough to get busted but young enough not to care, he ain't got no family anyhow, anywhere
Big Daddy Jock, whose woman spends too much time at church and working, all he wants is to play basketball, teach his boys, and feel the woman next door, who lets him in and he sweet talks her while she says no, but he's down on his knees doing what he please and she's scared
single stupid Mom too lonely to understand people can hurt you, and who said 'Baby, it's a wild world', wasn't joking because the neighborhood rolls on and he pulls her to the carpet all because she's friendly and lies on top of her.
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