stolen
from it's place by your side
in your front row, all-access seats
at the newest pop barbie's
concert.
a favorite purse, a custom-made designer.
top-dollar seats, you paid without a blink,
since money was gushing
from a purse that was


stolen
from it's place by your side.


a woman
escaping
toward the doors, just past the last group
of plastic, spray-tanned richies
at the newest pop barbie's concert
a purse in hand, bursting with the money
that would carry her family through the holidays
with food in their stomachs
and clothes on their backs
and a roof over their heads.
all because of a purse that was


stolen
from its place by your side