A Bad Day

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A BAD DAY

I see the church of holiness
I see trash cans with ants crawling craving for something sweet
I see people exhausted sitting on benches

I smell fart and in small voices it didn’t come from me
I smell lotion mixed with sweat
I smell perfume the irritating kind my sister sprays
I smell men’s deodorant the cheap kind little immature boy’s steal
All the smells of a lot of people bunched together

I hear annoying dogs barking
I hear construction men banging on roof tops
I hear gossip, yelling, and whispering voices
BUT MOST OF ALL I FEEL THE ANGER INSIDE OF ME BUILDING UP WANTING TO GO BACK HOME!





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