Poems from littleredsyd
We live in a culture of vultures
We don’t even have time to breathe
We are only supposed to succeed and conceive
Because what else are we...
my family
I blindly put one foot infront of the other for
my brother we cover eachother
my mother her lover is
my father who pushes me...
in my backpack is my lunch sack
it has been rotting for days
and I am afraid
to see what my mom has made
because I know it has decayed
slurp slurp followed with a burp
just finished my ramen noodles