Poem: Erased Through Industrial Burdens

Its hard to go back to the town,
To the place,
Industry on our backs,
Racism in our faces,
In our bodies,
Weighed down,
Down here,

My family and I,
The industry and my family,
Simultaneous synchronicity,
Unmatched,
Unwanted,
Down here,

And the industry is a machine,
That not only,
But obviously,
Breaks your dreams,
But takes your precious hands,
And ties them,
Quality of life,
But for who,
Down here,

I've seen my Mother cry,
And my Fathers eyes leak,
That's how he says it,
That his eyes leak,
The cement,
The steal,
The oppression.
Down here,

Identity,
Standing strong,
Carrying industrial burdens,
Who has more pain,
Blacks,
Natives,
Women,
The poor,
Down here,

Our identity,
Erased through industrial burdens,
Class,
Race,
Economy,
Down here,

Its through our silent connection to the land,
That we can maintain our identity,
Somewhat
Down here.