It all looks so clear from your glass house on the hill. If they would only work harder, work smarter, get an education. This good life could be theirs too. The lights are on in the glass house, but no one is home. Cannot see oppression from way up there. You cannot smell the foul … Continue reading Glasshouses
Tag: Poverty
Cold Hash
[Landscape view is recommended on a mobile device] We were never hungryNever missed a mealMother would say Eat your hash--There are children starving in Africa!But I didn't know themNot even oneIt was so far awayI mash the hash with my fork Write my initials in ketchupI choke down a bite Mom remade this in to … Continue reading Cold Hash
The Poet Who Didn’t Know It 