Running
through my impoverished
historical neighborhood as children during play
transitioned to the battlefield as adults
in the midst of being poor
as kids we never had to look to one another for safety
As adults corners had a unlimited range that
once contained an invisible boundary that you knew you would get into trouble if you crossed
now we tailor our lives away from the ignited rage of poverty where gunshots keep you running
This is thought provoking and amazing. You did an awesome job at getting this poem to hit the reader right in the soul.
Really love this poem. The love of money is the root to all evil, mostly because that is what produces poverty. It’s impossible to be concerned about personal growth and betterment of society when we are struggling just to survive. This poem relays that message with great imagery.