Memory's Edge

Sometimes I find myself thinking too much.

I sit back and reminisce on our past.

We once fought hard for our beans and rice,

Hiding our food from cockroaches and mice.

At least then we could write

In that time we could live.

We were able to make art

For each other to give.

We could take in our cats

we'd do yoga on mats;

right now it's all flat

as our lives are drained.

the hatred of those

who learned nothing, but chose

in the sick ignorance, to attack

our lives, black.

I remember working hard,

barely getting time to sleep.

I would work all night long.

we still got to learn

and ourselves we would burn

for each other to live happily.

Never thought that I'd miss

such a hard time of life.

but I sit on the knife

and reminisce.