Welcome To The Club Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Welcome To The Club



You came to Palo Alto thinking,
It is the paradise of Silicon
Valley, and now you know how
The rent stings and the money
Goes, we all say welcome to the club.

You now have to sleep in the bus,
Like some of the people who sleep
In their cars which they call
Castles, we say welcome to mars.

You thought you would find
Millionaires at every corner,
And rub shoulders with the rich?
What a good joke for they stay,
In haciendas and walk out for a
Speedy jog. Only the likes of
Me see them for I hit the road
Any hour.

Welcome to the club of the Valley
Of Silicon where computer companies
Grow like fruit, on a fruit farm.
Here we plant one company at noon
And reap another before the harvest
Of Uncle Sam's taxes scares it away.

You came to work as a writer here
In Silicon Valley? I am not short
Of words, but short of breath, for
Here we keep our breath in an
In breath for the out breath
Signals that it is time to
Welcome all of you for now
You are wiser. Welcome to the
Club, which you joined not knowing
That the Bay can be as cold
And as turbulent when you
Are not wearing a thermal
suit. These Palo Alto blues
Are all we can welcome you
With. Join in and chant with
Us for we have become skilled
At survival and so will you.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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