A Dream Commodified
What happens to a dream deferred?
Is it branded by companies trying to sound woke?
Or taken up by hipsters and gentrifying folk?
Is it used by influencers, with a selfie and a filter?
Or blasted by a fascist spewing hate on Twitter?
Maybe it sags like a heavy load…
But under capitalism, it will never explode.
Anonymous
Monk in Chinatown
The subway is bursting
With random cacophonies
I could play by heart
But all I can hear
Is the impossible rhythm
To a rhapsody we can only
Improvise.
You speak to me with your eyes,
In tongues your heart
Is yet to understand,
While I clumsily translate
The perfectly syncopated dissonance
Of a dancing monk
In the hopeless attempt
To explain
The simplest melody of love.
- Anonymous
Untitled
why do i see you?
eating up my own soul’s life…
can i fly once more?
you left as i broke…
my heart became so fragile
the pieces are lost!
laying with darkness…
feeling the cold become me
then came some brightness.
together pieces came
the soul is at full bloom
my heart was now more.
Kailey A. Garcia
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