You look down on me,

In the dust,

Of the storms you’ve created,

And judge me for being dirty;

When consequences can not be abated,

By your guilt.

I brush myself off again,

In the eye,

Of your ignorance,

And wait for the dust to settle in,

On the odd chance,

You’ll look down upon yourself,…

And turn to dust.

K. Aldaya, 04/17/21

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