on someone’s grandma calling me a gold digger
I’m stuffing my satchel,
slinging it over my shoulder
and tying my shoes
in preparation to finally
start my worldwide journey
of finding where rich people get the audacity.
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This is so layered and immense. Your words and structure are doing so much work here. I hesitate to use the word “clever” lest it cheapen the depth you created here, but if there is an immensely thick deep word that also means clever, that’s the one I’m looking for.
Thank you so much for sharing this. And I’m sorry you know enough to be able to write it so cogently 🙁
Sharp and hilarious
Love the tone and anger in this poem.