Day/Split

I make two days out of one, 

split the day into two. 

It hurts how beautiful the outside is.

My friends are starving, 0 calories, 

liquid only, and the sky

is made up of colors so beautiful

and holy, it’s hard to visualize 

some other life where smoke

fills the sky. 

Mama explains to me that

things are the way they are.

we can’t change them, so

we keep our differences 

hidden, keep our voices down.

My friends are starving and

I heard the other laugh, 

before remembering that

he’s gone and kept out

of the gates I live in. 

The land isn’t ours, 

how can we extract and bar

like it is without shame?