Madison Square park on a hot
sunny day.
Surrounded by people coming and going
Coming and going,
doing anything they please
Anything they feel, surrounding themselves with the birds and the bees.
Observing them intently.
I converse with a mother and a daughter.
who sit on a patch of green grass
Discussing their hopes and dreams.
The mother expressing her admiration for her
Most perfect child.
I feel a sense of jealousy.
The impulsive urge to screech.
But justice measly bats my eye.
The jealousy enrages my spirit so much
That my mind decided to leave before my legs followed.
I leave my original spot
hearing cars screech in the distance from the stop light shift.
Red, green, yellow.
Vile and ugly colors.
Red is the color of blood.
Green: the color of polluted nature and the root of all evil.
Yellow could either be urine or if you are rich, gold.
Maybe the sun too, if your optimism blinds you from reality.
I smell the aroma of greenery.
A rare smell for the City.
I hate the smell of piss
I am tired of the constant noise,
the constant racket that this city comes with.
How can I think?
How can I breathe
I am surrounded by all of these people, in this park, on this day
Basking in the city’s sun,
while I’m itching to get out of here.
What makes people stay in this god-forsaken city?
Scratching, my skin so hard that it leaves a mark.
Biting at the skin on fingertips so hard that it bleeds.
Let me leave
Let me go
I can’t stand to be here anymore.
Why did I do this to myself?