A Life For a Dollar

They told me, before I came, that life is superior in America. Those days when I have my thoughts fixed on the money, the almighty green dollar; nothing else seems to matter any more. I lost autonomy when my feet graced New York I Spent days in a county jail while searching for the man I used to be, four different times I was there. Metal doors clanging shut squeezed tears from a grown man’s eyes, and thoughts winged their way through time to find blacks in a cotton field. Hearts, in this place, Can be as hard as a brick. Callous reigns from the kingdoms of marred consciences, making the world numb from a single stance. I’ve dragged myself “home” again, where a lion is a mouse, and a fat woman sits on a bed eating her life away; she is ruthless. This time is the last time, this time I will stay subdued; I will wait, tolerantly, for the card to my freedom. The green card to free will. God bless America.