Today Thoughts

unfairness poem

Poem

 

The sins of our parents
Are like past lives,
Because finding opportunities
Come from bees from the same hives.

Someone born to welfare
Is never given a chance,
Even when they’re smarter
Than those with better circumstance.

Children look to the moon,
Thinking that it’s their limit,
Before their dreams are decided
By a paper and a digit.

With age comes experience,
And with experience comes love lost.
But the sweetest love
Comes with tears and a cost.

Blindness inspires hope.
In hope we gain heart.
Losing that hope,
We create art

It’s a broken world
When a parent’s dream
Is to not have a child who’s an artist,
But one who swims downstream.

We’re told we can’t get a job,
School’s a necessity
But our job pays for one thing
When school’s priced like a luxury.

And if we all come from stars
Then how can it be,
The accomplishments you live
Are chances I’ll never see?

 

more by TYLER CLIFTON

photograph by Danny Howe

 

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