She said,
We could be friends
I wonder how
she wears laces and gold
I am garbed in tattered folds
she dines like a queen
My meal is of figs
wish I can feel
her vision
as my mission
she is a politician
that dances
to different tunes
by fake praise singers
my voice is lost
in the din
as I try to
show her my
welts from her thugs
she wants to be
first lady to
initiate her pet dreams
that will only keep me
in dread
for my future
