I saw your house the other day

And someone told me

Do you know

That some of the richest

People live there

And I remember

Your bruises

That bloomed on

Your skin

When your dad was in town

Or the way your Mom

Came home late some nights

Wearing perfume

(To get groceries)

And how no one

Spoke of your older brother

But you always put flowers

On his grave

And I think

Some people are so poor

All they have is money

I hope you have more than that