Dear Starbucks

Violence is not a brick through your window

You have comprehensive insurance

Violence is an employee who can’t afford insurance

Violence is repetitive work that drains body and soul

Violence is your plastic aesthetic

Giving us pleasure in artificial nothingness

Violence is forcing a fake smile

And a ‘have a nice day’ from a heart that’s breaking

Violence is making just to enough to survive

Life support that barely keeps me alive

Violence is the numbing of the mind

Violence is the life sacrificed to you

I WISH I HAD A THOUSAND BRICKS