Glamour. Poem by Kaylee Questionable
Glamour.
my world is unglamorous.
Im broke
to the bone.
house to apartment
to parents house again.
Im exhausted
and tired
and have
nowhere or no one
to go.
Just work
and a bottle
and a bowl.
-the only thing
keeping me sane.
Travel by foot.
But nowhere
to go.
'Im sick of this town.
maybe I should go.'
words repeated
by to many mouths.
Yet, in a twisted sense
It is quite glamourous
The struggle to survive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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