Written by Karisshma Kaur
She lived right upstairs
Bare feet and open books
Just above the street
Jazz and ink danced a waltz
To the medley of her marrow
She lived right upstairs
With ninety-nine cent dreams
A rusty heart
And a weeping mind
Just upstairs, now
Ninety-nine cent dreams
Tattered gowns
Hand-me-down literature
And plastic flowers
She lived right upstairs
With a hungry heart
And ninety-nine cent dreams
Cover image by Javardh on Unsplash. The copyright of Ninety-Nine Cent Dreams belongs to Karisshma Kaur.
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Dear Karisshma, It’s a 100 Cent poem, beautifully narrated. Just loved it.