Ice is for grownups (2/30)Ice is for grownups she says As I sip the koolaid, sweet and Syrupy, staining my teeth My lunch of Cornbread and pinto beans growing Colder by the minute. I hate coming here Where everything is forbidden Where generic cornflakes and snowy black and white tvs Replace my beloved Fruit Loops and Cable Our day is planned before we even Have a chance to brush our teeth Wash this she says Fold that And with playtime being our only escape, we run Pushing through the screen door that slams Behind us As we sit in the tree High above the projects you ask What it feels like to be rich And I shrug my shoulders, play with the hole In my only pair of jeans Wondering what “rich” Means? |