Dubs on a Black caddy With the watermelon interior Parked outside cracked pavement Adjacent To North Phily crackhouses, Row homes, The Gutter Skin the color of chicken grease High school drop outs R.I.P. tats Blues jeans Nikes Weed smoke Ghetto Birds Search lights Any negro 5'7 to 6'5 Target practice
F@#$! for lack of better words.
That is messed up, you didn't even need the word 'black' in this piece. And by the way you forgot 'Fried Chicken'. See all the images you spit out right there is the very reason for it's hard for a minority to get a break... the assumptions based on stereotyping alone. It's wrong but we still do it... You got me thinking and that is always a good thing.
Big city leave kids in a hard situation. Fight or run. Hard to escape violence. Skin color can be different for any big city. Skin can be brown, black or white. Sometime to escape the temptation of blood or drugs overtake the strongest of kids. I like this poem. Three of my brothers died in the streets of Detroit. I was lucky. U.S Army accepted me and showed me more then death and hate. Thank you for a excellent poem. You open the door to many questions with this powerful poem.
Coyote
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