Poets logo

My Father's House

Gentrification coming to a neighborhood near you!

By Elle MarriePublished 6 years ago 1 min read
Like
Photo credit: Sylvester S. Wright (I.AM Master of Arts)

A white fog steals possessively over the old horizon

They call it Progression

We call it Oppression.

Leaving depression in the eyes of those whose nativity is destroyed in the name of luxury

In my father’s house there were many mansions

This is not my father’s house

My father’s house was fresh mowed lawns, barber shops,

and corner stores selling lollipops

Neighbors close enough to watch the children playing

yet far enough you can’t hear what they’re saying

The overstuffed bellies of the bureaucracy belch prosperity

That leave our communities in decay

These are his father’s houses

Corrugated boxes of tin and steel

Selling for a couple hundred mil

with a name brand coffee store thrown in to seal the deal

No longer do the children play

Their memories a remnant of brighter days

I bow my head and quietly pray

For the memory of a legacy stolen away

social commentary
Like

About the Creator

Elle Marrie

A creative multipotentialist looking to leave a positive smear on the earth proving I once existed. Originally from Texas, I'm currently almost living my dream life as a jewelry artist in Los Angeles.

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2024 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.