Out Of Pocket Poem by Tajma Hall

Out Of Pocket



on top a brink
in the sink
on the shadows
rest a world
ease your woe
in a bit, maybe later
you will know
ye are the created
not the other way
you travel in high class
only you ticket by
the street- paving poverty's
loose change

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