State Of The Nation Poem by Britt Veloso

We hear it all the time
Lovely ladies getting naked for a dime

We close our eyes to the violence
It was her fault, she earned it

We can't afford to go to school
But you won't hire us cause if we don't go we're fools

It's not fair or right
We need to fight

Minimum wages can barely feed a bird
Alcohol is my diet, nearly a third

We take pills to be social when we can't handle sad
You sell them to us while selling that we're mad

Let us live alone and not be shot down
We don't need cocaine and we don't need gowns

It's not natural or native
I'm sorry to inform you but…
All of us pretty much hate it