Written by Jacob Ibrag
They want to go outside and move around.
Barefoot among the elements. The dirtier the pavement
the better. Filth makes it feel real. Tired of their cleanliness.
It’s not that they want to be careless, it’s simply the option
of having it. This self made prison and its recycled air.
Homes incubating their residents ignorance.
Photo by Joshua Rawson-Harris
Eyes + Words 
may i share this on a shared poetry site of mine, full credit and link provided, of course. 🙂 No pressure. Cheers!
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Here’s the link 🙂
https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/03/29/filth-jacob-ibrag-eyes-words/
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Sure, thanks for asking.
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my pleasure.
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Being separate from others in quarantine is truly very , difficult to, handle, for we are, a social animal, and we all thrive on interpersonal, face-to-face interaction with, our, external, living environment.
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Great post 😁
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I like this, especially, “Filth makes it feel real.”
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Thanks Ali 🙂
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