Ode To The Struggle

Sydney Ounde, Writer

There you are 

Battered and beat

But somehow

Still pulling people in


Your hands seem to swaddle

All of the hood

Whole communities

Created because of 



My hatred for you

Grew into appreciation

Though I could never see it

Until I escaped


They told me

You were my best teacher,

Showing me the things

I needed to learn


When in reality

Your hands withheld a feast

From the hungry


Here I am 

Struggling to take a seat

Like it’s the last supper


There you are,

Standing in the corner

Like an undercover spy


I know who you are.