This poem describes a very visceral experience I had to reconcile how fragile my own stage of privilege was. The poem captures a hypothetical where a lady notices poverty, between the alleyways, the exact moment her own privilege is realized, causing her to scurry away in guilt. Alleyways, for me, represent a darker side to the urban environments - as places where things happen in the shadows. It occupies a particular space within popular urban colloquialism as being dark and seedy.
#73 Poetry – Disparate
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