Third World America

​Third World America-Deepened Invisibility

In front of your face, I stand in pain
in front of your face, I lay in the streets weeping
in front of your face, true hunger engulfs me
You’re blinded to the horrific events in your own backyard
you’ll much rather see it across the world or down below, nonetheless 
in front of your face, I am invisible.

Third World America-Deepened Invisibility 

Our communities are ravished, this you choose not to see
Raping mountains, no reclaimed space, tillage in its worse way
You frequent your plays when Black Lungs are the real tragedy
You keep us strapped down under this unleveled life of poverty,
where you shame from and yet you cannot remember me
Heaving pounds of coal over what used to be our picket fences
Compassion for far off countries, their stories and experiences
Right here! We are Third World America!

Third World America-Depended Invisibility 

Poor America
no one speaks about current illiteracy 
pains through economy strains.
The well off class, refuses to see
the waves you’ve created are drowning me.
Devastation suffocates and is a cycle between you and me

Third World America-Deepened Invisibility