A Neighborhood

i live in a neighborhood
where the streetlights blind us of the stars
and semen flows down sewer grates like rain water
a neighborhood where hopes and dreams scurry with the mice
shooed off with brooms held by unwed mothers who want nothing more
than to have these pests destroyed
i live in a home
where fabrications are our fabric
and conspiracies are our pillows
where we must turn off our own awareness like lightbulbs
so we can get a good night's sleep
i live in a world
where it only takes one person to make a difference
and one bullet to keep it the same


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