Rachael Maddox

i'm tryina see it
for what it is--
that 7 minute dance
from the metro to my house

when every person passing by
feels like another bullet
in my little white-girl chest
another missed connection
another lack of affection
another desperate longing
another dis-belonging
to my very own home
to my very own hope

when every person passing by
is another untouchable story
in the glorious, gory reality of life
another nine to five
another struggle to survive
another family fight
another holdin on tight
to their very own home
to their very own hope

i'm tryina see it
for what it is
when i give out warm
and get cold in return

shattered shards
of fairytale mirrors
and abandoned hearts
without the trust--
the energy restart

i'm tryina see it
for what it is--
that 7 minute dance
from the metro to my house

broken truth
unafraid
to reflect
broken truth