Gas Station Tacos
Gas Station Tacos
for a buck or two, you can eat your fill
with sour cream; no, it’s not a dream. Fill up at the pumps
while you wait to ingest the taste of indentured servitude,
hands shake not from the coldness of life but from feeling a fool.
The world not in love with you yet tries to mold you
into a role who they want you to be –
Roadblocks blocking your way to the foundation of self
service motivates my hands as I swipe the screen
guided by the new realization of an American dream;
I lessen the pain with a soft taco selection in a hard shell world.
Poet & Writer.Contributor to Feminine Collective.Contributor at The Poetry Rag.Contributor/Member of The Creative Exiles.Contributor to Poets Unlimited, Extra Newsfeed, and Crossin(G)enres at Medium.Editor's Pick Recipient (2015) - at narratorINTERNATIONAL.
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Most creative poetry. Delightful. Just love how you end it.
Nicely penned Valerie, of observations and life as it is at the fill up, any day at all. I enjoyed it. Cheers!
Very well penned, Valerie. We strive to be ourselves and the world wants us to be otherwise. There is really so much to see and learn in our simple daily journeys. Well done and good insight.
This is a great short commentary in a wonderful poem. I love it, Valerie. Well done.
Thank you all for your wonderful comments, each are truly appreciated.