Scientific Sandwhiches


Moms singing in the kitchen,
Making scientific sandwiches.
Slowly counting every ounce,
Having just enough to lose a few.

Dads yelling in his home office,
Fretting over dollars and cents.
He's putting more into his phone
Than his family and kids lives.

My brother is smoking on the roof,
Breathing his demons in and out.
He's left to the mercy of neglect,
Inhaling in attempts to fly above it.

My sister is texting In her room,
Believing a boy saying he loves her.
She's willingly wearing a blindfold
Simply to avoid seeing the truth.

I'm writing at my kitchen table,
Wishing I could make a difference.
I'm standing amidst this crisis,
Slowly realizing that I'm invisible.

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