Rock bottom

Ever found yourself in a situation 

debating, protesting, arguing

to get out?

when you know you’re “in it” 

but still assume you’re better than that?

Going on and on about your education

Your superior ways of thinking

decision-making?

failing. constantly.

again and again and again.

until you’re one of them.

when there isn’t a question 

in anyone’s mind.

your food stamp using and possession pawning

begging for money and constant lying

becomes overwhelming

terrifying.

fake befriending who you once condescended

using your body to get what you wanted

despite a history of feminism 

The yelling 

The screaming in rage

The throwing and the breaking of shit

The stamping of feet

and declaring your place

as better than any of you 

Until I was one of you 

and it was too late to go back.

drinking, spending entire paychecks

to forget who you are.

where you are

What you are

what you’ve become.

unrecognizable

in appearance and in speech

the smell of poverty

embedded so deep

not only in your psyche but

in every possession..

(trust me, its gonna take awhile to get that stench out)