I am graffiti
fading into the concrete.
I am the exposed brick
you’re not supposed to see.
I am sludge on sidewalk
slithering beneath your feet
an unsightly reminder of who this neighborhood used to be.
I am the display you try to not notice
walk straight ahead and keep your eyes focused
as if a slight glance would transmit my misfortune.
I am the cautionary tale I hear parents produce
rushing young faces past me, whispering
That’s why you don’t use.
I am roaches in the sewer
I am worms in the dirt
just because I don’t matter doesn’t mean I don’t hurt.
I am the stain on the carpet
New York hides from rich buyers
I am the nusance on the corner that no one will hire.
I am invisible –
super power of the miserable
covered by a cloak stitched from apathy
I see hundreds of eyes daily
but not a single pair sees me.