It felt like we were stepping out of a coming-of-age fantasy
An assault on my senses, the sensation was too much to bear.
We walked into the cracked pavement that was washed under the sun
My skin was crawling, and I was burning.
The roads were narrow as I drove down the steep suburban streets
of a neighborhood that used to be nice, once upon a time
Run by the rats of the street and the roaches
that parents couldn’t seem to fumigate from their homes,
these pests take form in adolescents and then deadbeat adults.
We chase the emptiness with different forms of poison
because we know that this is a cycle, and we don’t want to go through it again.
There is no purpose in this community anymore;
People die young, and grow up even sooner
Little adults fill the shapes of stooped-headed 12 year olds who run away,
who are dragged away,
and who ultimately become trapped.
The same thing happens every time
We know what to expect and we know,
We know it’s never going to end, because it never has.
Whenever we finally spiral back down, that’s when the lows
become just a little bit longer
The universe gives us that much more time to decide that it’s not worth it,
before life inflates us back up to a high,
artificial as a chemical,
and up there in the sky, it only takes a straw
And my back is broken.
Every woven moment was fed into this web of a childhood,
that ended as soon as we stayed home alone,
an offender down the road
As soon as her mama got a handsy boyfriend
who was believed over her
As soon as the words of her mama
became laced with venom,
directed purely toward the mass of cells that is little more to her
than a broken condom.
Bitterness is injected into the youth of the area,
crack babies in the form of corruption and isolation.
We never had a chance.