Social injustice poem

Social injustice poem
By Sukmal Turner
I sit and look out upon the empty green and brown bottles that lie by my bare feet.
I hear the slurred arguments through cracked doors.
I see a daughter buried in her blankets and pillows trying to drown out the sounds.
I notice a small gleam of hope in his single drunken tear.
I see her make up smeared against the pillow as her body drapes over the bed.
I observe the children playing, avoiding their hunger.
When is mommy going to wake up?
I study the other men and women leaving the bar, waiting.
I judge because I have no one else to help me decipher a better life.
I am judged because I am a loving older sister to my twin baby sisters.
I taste the chicken flavored broth of ramen another night.
I smell the sour stench of liquor seeped into the carpet.
I see what I have seen, and I choose to keep on watching.
See, hear, and yet am invisible.