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the things we swear when desperate for change
by Ava Bluyears ago, pawning items to pay the bills,
I was eating 5 dollar pizzas and drinking water from the hose
it wasn’t a choice then,
money was certainly a problem
and I was always too proud to borrow
crying to the homeless woman
sitting in the library
reading Shakespeare,
I swore to her I would never again be this poor
and now, I do not want for money,
but it is a choice I make to not spend what I have
some things desperately need to be saved for another time
and I don’t believe in third chances
no, that money will collect dust
and mold from the leaky ceiling above me
until I’ve realized how to get over my pride
and ask for help.
02/12/2009 Posted on 02/12/2009
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/12/09 at 04:06 PM It's darkly (very dark) humorous at times how we can't shake old habits even when the circumstances change. We just change the motivation. This is quietly stunning in its blnt honesty. There's no particular literary trick here. It's just a snippet from your mind, and it's incredible compelling stuff. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 02/12/09 at 05:39 PM it seems like the title is almost a play onto the whole money. which if it was an accident, well done. i think you could have elaborated on a bunch of things but kept it short and simple. one cuts all you need sometimes. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/12/09 at 08:25 PM ...crying to the homeless woman sitting in the library
beside me reading Shakespeare, ...ava, what a dichotomy errrah a tricotomy, you crying to a homeless woman, library, money, Shakespeare...cool ava, too cool, juxtapositions o' life, eh?
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