𝗣𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘁𝗿𝘆
Some of us aren’t really good at any one thing. Our skill set isn’t necessarily growth-based. Our portfolios might consist of poem arrangements. Capturing the various sufferings we observe. Or our own deep misgivings and daily fears. Magnified by our pathologies now so visible. There's really no money in poetry.

Who cares for the boastful trading of property? I’m trying to make my life small and careful. To get through these latest days hopeful . Not just trying to sell something new to someone. Someone new I don’t know and don’t care for

I try not to cause damage but I’m not perfect. A shameful burst of rage at my loved ones. Because I feel so frustrated with the futility. Of the needless austerity which I can foresee. Is causing us harm and radical flight

All because the white guys at the top still feel. The need to be superior to someone, anyone. Gaining a sick pleasure in seeing the meek suffer. Yet laughingly attest to how 'Christian' they are.