part a:

theres a level of freedom
in poverty
To be too broke to make payment arrangements or even promises... is liberating
thats what i see when i sit at the window on my handy-dandy trusty blue grounding stool...
looking out at the mayhem that ensues EVERY warm sunny day
(because apparently the cold is not conducive to the proper carrying out of shenanigans)...
freedom to...
just not give a ****...
Freedom from fear of consequences. Freedom from
fear of judgement.  Freedom from Integration, and all that comes with it... like "microaggresions".
no honey, all these aggressions are of the macro sort... major even.
In the face... or upside the  head
whats a lil blood spilled?
whats a lil jail time?... thats IF "5-0" even shows up to this place
Liberating I say...

part b:

I have made my own
newly liberated self
a fixture in this place
of refugees...
pleasant but serious and
easily recognized by
free flowing vibe
loud clothes
and wild hair
sharing
milk and fruit and
mothers care...
who quietly
exits
when the liquor flows
too freely
because life here
is cheap... and
times are hard... and
tempers flare
and
I would rather sit at the window on my handy-dandy trusty blue grounding stool... looking out
at the mayhem...
than to be out there