How does one afford a dream? (poem)

For me, I was blessed not to live poverty-
in the crumble of walls or the vacancy of my belly.
Call it a blessing, call it luck in my favor-
but having the best life was a bet I would wager.

Now reader, please don’t get me twisted-
life was good, there was beauty whenever I was afflicted.
I watched a TV; I surfed and indeed I played,
oh, the little worries of my little days.

I feel poverty now, in the restrictions of education-
in my parents pockets – in the ‘not-hiring,
life is the fire squad which keeps on firing.

What is a loan? What about the rating of my credit?
How does one afford a dream?
Am I applicable to get it?

You have always been yours. (poem)

You have always been yours;
with rings on your fingers and thongs on lovers floors,
caramel eyes, silky thighs
those catwalks on delirious minds.

You’ve had more digits than digestives,
desperate to be that one and only message,
that flashes in the sun rise-
to be forever engraved under your eyelids.

Your heart is in constant dispute-
if being in love is the solution
or if you’ve suckered into an agreement
in which you could lose.

You could have it all
but you want that and more-
you don’t want a lover,
because with only someone else,
you can never quite be sure.

First World Arrogance (poem)

This savage tongue, my barbaric tone-
your expense and my decadence,
when all there is are roads and buildings.
You’re cultured, you’re designing the curve-
and we’re all leeches on your world.

Backwards in time, deprived of intelligent mind-
the same species yet a less important kind,
we share a flag you know.
I’m uneducated, destined for the dole-
and you’re all playing a more important role.

I’m all foreign, from particulars to origin-
well, at least I’m not trying to not be boring,
but are you what you are?
The bittersweet life of hipster imitation-
constantly digging for something unique in your faking.

You can’t educate me on what I already know-
from the drug raids to the food banks,
you have never ventured, what does that show?
I acknowledge my life doesn’t always get it right-
but thankfully it doesn’t revolve around hashtags,
filters, emoji’s and building a life fit for a website.