henniebear@kua

Is to be breath-taken upon your last breath,

Is to still recall the joy

of lying on your back, laughing, 

in the meadow.

Every day is new. 

With every possibility, 

Every day can change. 

So why shouldn’t we change? 

This poem is dedicated to the garment workers of LA who are paid under the minimum wage. Go to the comments to learn more.

Oh down in LA,