How I Live In Barcelona.

How I Live In Barcelona

Barcelona is the city without

Lights because the stars are so

Bright at night, that they shine upon

What little world people live in.

Some days I find myself wishing I was

Somewhere else, because every day I have

To walk to work, passing homeless men

And homeless dogs in the street, hearing

Men’s catcalls, trying to find a way out

Of this rut, while others are making millions

From poor men’s suffering.  My father was poor…

He was a farmer on the outskirts of the city,

And every day he would wake up at 4am

To feed the cattle and milk the cows,

And every morning he would wake up all

The other farmer’s hand he had hired and they

Would help him feed the cattle and milk

The cows, and then my mother, God bless her

Soul, would make breakfast for the crew

And my father would bad mouth her behind

Her back, and then she would cry at night

Because she didn’t have nice things.

I live in a little house on the edge of the city,

It is a nice little house with running water,

But I do not have a nice car or nice clothes,

Because my clothes come from used clothing

Stores in the city, or I buy them online and have

Them mailed to me through FedEx.

I am not the only one who does this, and I will

Never be the only one, but I feel like I am on a

Lonely voyage, going from place to place with

Nothing to hold onto but an anchor that is not

Even that close to shore.

Sometimes, I feel like I am drowning,

And only the soft glow of the city lights can save me.