© 2017 Carly Bryson
Carly Bryson lives in Houston, Texas and writes poetry and prose about cracked dirt, the desert, lonesome highways, dirty rotten wars,nasty city air, pending dystopia and the frailty of the human condition.
Friday, March 10, 2017
National Women's Month: Carly Bryson's poem "Sides"
Sides
My friends have all taken sides
collective vs collective
I sit with my nose pressed to the dirty glass
Watching as they roam the streets
Striking each other with well worn slurs
Then crying into the social media equiv.
Of a boob tube with test pattern eyes
Lamenting about the unfairness of it all
While I sort of want them all to understand
What it really means to suffer
© 2017 Carly Bryson
Carly Bryson lives in Houston, Texas and writes poetry and prose about cracked dirt, the desert, lonesome highways, dirty rotten wars,nasty city air, pending dystopia and the frailty of the human condition.
© 2017 Carly Bryson
Carly Bryson lives in Houston, Texas and writes poetry and prose about cracked dirt, the desert, lonesome highways, dirty rotten wars,nasty city air, pending dystopia and the frailty of the human condition.
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As I mentioned, Hello there!
ReplyDeleteNice conclusion. I sense often malady befalls the most surprised of us. Then we are still petty or become grateful for our blessings.
Though I know a bunch of almost-homeless young people, prostitutes and hustlers. They aren't fuckin petty.
<3 ya, babe
Sorry, I couldn't edit out my bad word. : (
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