the modern day philosopher
sighs through her nostrils
pays for liquor with pocket change
and refuses to whiten her teeth
late in the evenings while the world seeks it’s consciousness
she paints pictures of oceans with her words for me to drown in
i once asked her
what colour the line is between greed and what i deserve
it is the only colour that authority can see
she responded
and what about the colour that my skin will turn
when i know ive had enough
she smiled and told me that it doesn’t matter
its never enough until it’s too much
and when it’s too much
well
it’s too late
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