The Vendor's Gift
"THE VENDOR'S GIFT"
today the vendor came to see me
not with a drink, not with a love
making intention
but with a heavy bag of pain and
anger.
her blood tears rob her of any
youth she's had left.
she fought with her twin just now
a twin that is much older than her.
it's taken its toll over the years
and she's been a ***** because of it.
today's fight dropped her to her knees
and opened her eyes to a reflection
of reality.
her mother is the center of everyone's
misery, misery she's given her own
children.
the mascara runs as she walks back
and forth, shouting towards the sky
in search of a little less pain.
I watched her drain herself
until she gave me a fraudulent smile.
I drank my Pacific without a thought.
why has she come to me?
I never asked for this vendor's anguish,
I guess it was the thought that counts.
By: Chicano Eddie
8-9-2016
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