Allergic To Their Money Poem
- 25
- Feb
They were speaking
their truth about healing money
she got a sore throat.
she emptied pockets to openings
she did not want to change or heal.
they ventured in a foreign language
she does not speak.
the lingo tasted chunky and sour
mouthfuls burned her pocket.
banks named peter paul and fargo
robbed her deaf dumb and blind!
So, she is choosing
to upchuck lies and throw off histories
to heal her throat in a speaking she digests.
to swallow with closed mouth her empty pockets
to fill them with nourishment,
legacies and nests.
Saturday Sonnets copyright © 2017 by Niamo Nancy Muid
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