scraps

by joel abel - Taurus

this pocket full
of pictures turning 
yellow

meaningless images of 
motherfuckers
who never knew need
or what it
meant
to want
who 
wanted to be my friend
cause im
the only person raised
poor that most
of them have ever
met
like some kind of 
motherfucking missing
link between what it
means to be a fucking
man and a goddamn
poet.

but these sensitive 
motherfuckers dont understand
what it means to fight
or even to struggle

and sometimes they
just look like
scraps of paper to me.

little snapshots
frozen in the flash.

Birth sign: Taurus
Date created: 2001-07-26 01:40:41
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:44:45
Poem ID: 64124

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