MisterA Poem by ROXANE DORSEY
Street kids run to seek what's in the streets
Running wit bad company seizing where one pleases against victims reasons. No mom is home. For she has a full time gig to help take care her darling little pigs outside the pad. So where's dad? Everybody knows another woman has dad at her pad. Street kids rest in your beds. For home is where the heart is. Nothing is in those's streets but robbers and police. Late night rumbles will double if your in trouble running from the law. Instead be a super star in the eyes of your community. Folks have to step up to the plate, set examples. Perhaps help street kids relate to understand the importance of being a good model citizen. Help that little brother or sister no matter the color because they'll still respectfully call you Mister.
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Added on November 29, 2017 Last Updated on November 29, 2017 AuthorROXANE DORSEYbaltimore, MDAboutlove poetry since it has been embedded in my mind deeply way back when I was 4 years old. A very good reader in pre-school. Nursery rhymes tuned me in even deeper. more..Writing
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