The thief

by Yakari Gabriel   Apr 30, 2017

My mami works a lot,
hours unending on
her feet
she comes home soaked
from head to toe
with clothes smelling
like the lives of under educated
immigrant workers do

Sometimes she complains she is tired,
sometimes she expresses gratitude
for having the privilege of
working at all
she says things like
"pa'lante es pa' alla"

I want to cry often,
but I don't
I write instead
I get lost in
the dream of making it
lost in the hope
of one day
writing something
so good

it'll put us in a place
where she never
has to wash a dish

and every time
you ask me to
write for free
every time you
refuse to pay me
every time you
erase my name
from my poems

you are robbing me
of this dream


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  • 1 year ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Yakari I really like your voice in this write, the sense of injustice rings throughout the whole piece and I love your layout and flow

  • 1 year ago

    by Pagan Paul

    Nicely penned sentiment Yakari.
    None of us like our words/work stolen. Usually by talentless people.

  • 1 year ago

    by 2luv

    yes. I know this story it is more than a dream the theives take. sometimes it is dinner from your child or a roof over her head while they live lives of excess most of all in my case it is the loss of trust or ability to try again for fear the theives will be back to push you down with their lawyer clowns and say you are delusional you and your child are trash dont come back unless you save more for us to steal.,,,,,i honestly dont understand these people. good poem

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