Bella Cardenas Poet Free verse

Luxury

The whispering of a rich Victorian clock sounds ever so appealing
With a mahogany table and a vase with 24 full stemmed roses on display
And a mirror at the end of the hallway
 I can’t really contain my delight of
Luxury
For when I open my eyes I will be here
Counting the few dollar bills in my hand
I love that feeling
When I can lay down and instead of counting time I could count happiness
When I could see my people not labor in vain
No matter how much money I make it’s always going to stay the same
It’s harder to live than to die without a coin in my purse and a frown on my brow
Everlasting torture I receive when I view that house on the hill
Full of nice things I’ll probably never have and never will
It gets harder when it’s cold and my mother has to work outside
For a couple of dollars an hour and with pain in her backside
And  no matter how hard I try to rub it out
The pain will stay in her eyes
And my brother and sisters cry for a better life so I work
Pulling an halfass job on minimum wage just to get by
Vindicate me please, I can’t live on the tips you give me
I might seem materialistic but the things I need aren’t free, 
Damnit
I try not to ask for much but 
I’ll give my soul my life my heart my dreams for that tiny light of hope
That I seldom get to see
And someday my mother will have that house with as many rooms as she wants
And my father will no longer have to work overtime to afford the food we eat on 
our dining room table
I swear as soon as I get my degree
I’m a little selfish, a little too smart, and a bit too confident
But that’s the ingredients it takes to get past you and take what you have

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