Poems from littleredsyd

We live in a culture of vultures We don’t even have time to breathe We are only supposed to succeed and conceive Because what else are we...
my family I blindly put one foot infront of the other for my brother we cover eachother my mother her lover is my father who pushes me...
in my backpack is my lunch sack  it has been rotting for days and I am afraid  to see what my mom has made because I know it has decayed   
slurp slurp followed with a burp just finished my ramen noodles