Love Poem
By Season Kelly Someone more fortunate than me once told me that thrift stores are cute I always wondered what could have been cute about it, personally They told me to just pay in full And I always wondered who handled their expenses They told me to just tough it out, you’ll make it back later And all I could do was wonder They looked at me and told me I’m poor too we’re in the same boat They said from their pristine suburban homes and shiny leather boots But if I could be so selfish… I have yet to meet many who know the inherent beauty of comfortability within your class They do not know the supple touches of your mother as she flows through the thrift store The feeling of finding the jeans that fit among the tattered hand-me-downs I’ve heard about the sadness and seen the pity of my peers And only can picture me and my siblings and my mom trotting the sidewalks Humming about love as I cling onto my mother’s hanging arm Looking to my left at the decrepit buildings with kids scre...
