Who Would Want to Live There?A Poem by OBWhiteHawkGiving up one smell for another.
There's a part of town
Everyone holds their breath As they drive through there It smells like a sewer there Who would want to live there? That is where you will find me In a duplex with crooked doors Broken steps and cracked floors This is where I dwell these days, Never once asking myself, Who would want to live there? I guess I have a choice. I could be living at home With my mother and all the others Who come and go at her house Siblings, nieces, nephews, cousins, Even a stray neighbor evicted Has found his way to her couch. Who would want to live there? Telling myself I am better off Here, away from the 'rez Away from the stink that resembles Nothing like what I smell here Away from a loss of freedom I can no longer stomach or abide. Here through the sewer smell, The broken street lights, Sounds of sirens and fights, Through the long evil nights I look back on the 'rez life, asking myself Who would want to live there? © 2013 OBWhiteHawkReviews
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2 Reviews Added on July 23, 2013 Last Updated on July 23, 2013 Tags: personal, poem, freedom, reservation, native-american, life AuthorOBWhiteHawkNMAboutNavajo in the Wild West. I am good, hope you are too. I am always writing mostly about my own life and some fiction when I am creative. But I was always told I should come to one of these sites and p.. more..Writing
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