/ the flecks of fools gold in the gutter reflect off your eyes / your eyes are like honey-streaked bay leaves / wring them out between the gloomy street corners and keep them at the back of your spice rack / oh, motherland, how you sculps us to your mold / you reach down into the sewer to extract your treasure, but your hand can't fit through the grafts / darling, don't you know that the fools run rampant through these blocks / you hold your car keys like a scepter, condemning all metrocards / toss us under gentrification's paw / hon, can't you even pretend to care?
/ the sheets of graying rain sluice through your fingers / liquid magic, you call it, but i just call it misery / you can afford another pair of boots after the soles of yours mold / i jump under the eaves to avoid the splashes / we meet at the gas station and you flip five quarters onto the counter / i finger my single silver coin and push it further into my pocket / babe, please don't smack your filthy gum so loudly / why can't i bring myself to ask you for a piece?
/ i throw away my crown that night, as murky streetlamps fill the lot / crumple the manila crown between cracked nails / i don't need your royal decrees / i wince as aristocracy draws her blade across my fingertip, slicing it open / my blood smears crudely against my paper tiara, rubies set into gold / or are they? / i know what you'd say, that we make our own gems, but it's easy to say so when you have the real thing to use as a model / love, how could you ever understand?
I loved the line "i press together sheets of manila paper and crude staples to make us paper crowns / isn’t it enough to put them on and pretend that we command more than acrylic painted tin cans and dollar store pop rings?" from her piece and drew some inspiration from it! <3