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)