No job no dignity no cry.
look again at those words,
please,
with all deliberate speed.
dig.
just a little more, a little deeper.
scrape off the foolish pride topsoil that
looks (are) rich and fertile.
god bless the child who plants themselves
roots in the ugly, hardscrabble earth.
they cannot be uprooted.
never.
you have not ever seen my picture here,
of my face,
only once I showed a single hand,
well worn from
Digging
with only fingernails.
the hands of babies are soft,
easy to kiss, easy to love.
but the hands of responsibility
are usually worn lined scarred sometimes even
nail bitten from
**** digging for dignity.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 5:07 AM UTC
No job no dignity no cry.
look again at those words,
please,
with all deliberate speed.
dig.
just a little more, a little deeper.
scrape off the foolish pride topsoil that
looks (are) rich and fertile.
god bless the child who plants themselves
roots in the ugly, hardscrabble earth.
they cannot be uprooted.
never.
you have not ever seen my picture here,
of my face,
only once I showed a single hand,
well worn from
Digging
with only fingernails.
the hands of babies are soft,
easy to kiss, easy to love.
but the hands of responsibility
are usually worn lined scarred sometimes even
nail bitten from
**** digging for dignity.
6:06, AM.
See Nat Lipstadt · Sep 19
You have a death grip on dignity
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