Poem: White Trash

White Trash

By Molly Murray
QuailBellMagazine.com

They fill our apartment complex
                        with carcogenic waves –
            second-hand smoke, b.o.,
marijuana that smells like pee –
                        nicotine clouds and sweaty cuss
            words squeeze between us
and our sunset view.

 
They race dated musclecars
                        over speedbumps
            almost hit me
as I get out of my car
                        the driver steps out
            in a beat-up wife-beater but doesn’t look at me,
two feet away with my baby in my arms.
 
Is it pure evil
                        or crass ignorance
            or white trash
plain and filthy
                        that steps away
            scot-free from murder
because it’s filthy-white.
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