Black Dollar

A poem from the book Loose Words in Blank Frames. Visit: www.soadioh.com

We are strong.

Broken, but whole.

Our GPS is known and still lost without a map.

Worked to the bone to pay an entity that hates us.

Loathes us.

Yet we work away the day.

Our loyalty knows no bounds.

Once you have shown good faith and fortune.

The kingdom is unto you.

The Black dollar takes longer to mature.

We don’t know.