i try to breathe through this suffocation
defy my own existence in a place
that expects you not to exist but
to scream I AM ALIVE
and simultaneously hate
yourself.
and so i sing
to the early morning risers with nowhere
to go
to the low income mothers
and the babies born into smoke and sweat
the forgotten people whose names
they don't even remember
the ugly and abused and hurt and near dead
and those who want to be.
much adieu to
all of the rats in dark places.