Sad


I sit on the porch gazing at

The drunken men sitting on the front steps

Of the building

At the many drug deals

Taking place in front of us

The young girls with their tight jeans,

Revealing tops,

And the occasional one with a baby bump

The rowdy teenage boys who only seem to care

About whose sneakers are the freshest

All the while a woman next door

Is screaming

From the abuse that is being inflicted

On her

And no one seems to care

But me

 

-Tootsie

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