Yesterday I saw
A brown, leathered, woman
Stress dug craters a’top her brow
Her shoulders
Slumped towards the
Ground
A floor streaken
With miniscule molecules
Of shit dragged through
The subway car
Her child
Shrieked like a banshee
His baby teeth
And vocal chords
Nails upon a chalkboard
He clawed her face
And yanked her shirt down
To expose
A t-shirt bra
Absent of lace
Bought in one of those ghetto bodegas
For you to be that woman,
That is my curse
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