Everyday the wind feeds our pets.
And every night it cradles our dreams.
We pollute our space with chemicals and memories.
Can you smell it?
All the blood, sweat, and revolution is leaking from Oakland’s streets.
The tower of atmosphere that is pressed on every single person is cracking the ground.
It’s like an earthquake that everyone feels in their homes and children but it stays silent.
Trapped in Oakland,
Like so many of us are.