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She was covered from head to toe with snow
Except for the pink scarf she kept dear
She ran up to me
Held up her palms and showed me
Broken fingers
Each one bloodier than it’s neighbor
She wants it to stop

She who sleeps with her kitten
Because she’s afraid Fluffy
Will wind up like her sister
When the mill closed down
That year
We left behind more gravestones
Then I have ever counted

Hundreds of hands and toes could not count
This poverty
As the cold eats this little girls toes and ears
While her fingers hang limp
I sell her mother a way out
And pay for school
Because 50,000 dollars
Buys this child’s sole
And yes I weighed the options
But I couldn’t find a dime

They can accept you
But they can’t support you
And gas costs too much
So we burn our chairs
And hope the pipes don’t freeze
As It hits 40 below

When I was five I looked in my mother’s junkies eyes
And promised myself
To be better
Better than sex,
Drugs,
Violence,
And Death

And they ask me if I’ve gone home yet
But I’m too ashamed to go back,
Too angry
Too tired