Tripping over the sprouting roots
Peeled
And sprouting from my psyche.
Looking for meaning
Within the incessant questioning
Why?
Mother’s crying behind bruises
Why?
The flair of fish belly
And the ocean is a barren
Toxic desert
Why?
Work, Class, Love, Work, Class
Through the wrong lens
Liberty is prison
Why?
The hand that once nurtured
Strangles smothers
The flowers are all dead
Why?
It doesn’t get better
We just keep asking
Why?
