Nothing will ever again
Be like what’s supposed to be my second home
Smelling of dust, and Marlboro cigarettes
Day dreaming of what it would feel like
just to be able to play at Kiddy Korner park down the street
let alone set foot on the street right in front of me
I’m only 13
Yet I know the reality of his life

I now know that it isn’t normal
to be surrounded by empty Miller Lite bottles and nicotine
Seeing how it engulfed my father, realizing that he has no job

and no home of his own

Soon enough, he won’t even have his kids
“Living” in the Motel 6, to sleeping on creaking wooden floors, then living
in his mother-in-law's basement
He finally made it

He says no to the branded pop tarts,
Or even any food for us at all
Because of that, “soon” finally hit him
and he didn’t even flinch once