People stare at pauperism
and men who smell like acetate.
Look down on women
who have bruises on their faces
and wonder who gave them it
I grew up in a tic-tac house
painting white front yard fences
mowing lawns in zigzag patterns
planting roses, buying new dogs when old ones died
grew up in a family of showmanship
be better, do better than the blood relation sitting next to you
how much you wanna bet
my drug dependence
came as a relief to them?