mistakenly autobiographicalA Poem by h d e rushinMy name is dana and i'm from Detroit. And it ain't s**t. And the irony is that there are a lot of 'ain't' s**t places in America. When I ride the bus to the south to see my grandmother I see out the window corn fields and wheat fields and cows that may, like the cartoons I've watched, moo. But since the windows don't open you imagine it. The sound I mean, coming from the make believe cows. Who condones make believe animals in a world of many; wrong destinations, unmarried females, misunderstood and underfunded churches on every corner. You'de think you were in heaven. But no Jesus grabs your hand before you explode and no God stores food for you under the steps. © 2016 h d e rushinReviews
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