Complaining to Basho about life in the hard lane

Life when you rely on charity for shelter

You really don't need
To bang so hard on my door:
Heart race to open

I am poor not dumb
Celiac, can't eat gluten:
Not a little, no!

You ask how I am?
When you don't want to hear it
You use against me

Pain that you dismiss!
Reality you deny!
Hateful racist lies!

You Say
Your people eat babes
Drink the blood and keep the slaves.
I spit on the floor.

I Say
Basho! I just want
To drink matcha under stars
With you and your horse!

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