My address tells them that I'm rich and white.
That's all they need to know. They bless me
With a catalog of businesses, of services,
Home decorators, bakers, meal providers,
Tutors, arborists, who'll bow and scrape
To ease my troubles. Every god-damned
One is white, and each could live along
My street, and also show that they're my
Equals, dressed to kill and photographed
With skill, and also making money, lots
Of it, from bored and idle, overpaid
Accountants, engineers and dentists,
Desperate to prove their worth to other
Desperados making mortgage payments
On their streets. Meanwhile, ain't nobody
In the ghetto getting catalogs of this sort.
What they get are coupons for the local
Nail salon, run by Asian refugees, and
Maybe discounts on the barbecue
The local smokehouse sells.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-07-15 at 03:19

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