I grew up on knowledge.
I wore clothing
that covered everything.
I ate an apple a day,
medicine,
biting through the skin
because we couldn’t afford
the doctors.
That’s why my brother died
while someone else became rich
and my father lost not only his rib
but his kidney to those who don’t see us
and the bank called the world
fell and all I want to know
is what they call sin.
Me, I have never sinned
unless you call it
being alive.