''The Harlem Man''A Poem by Tevin Smith
Every morning He rises at 5
sits on his bed and look at the sky, wondering what his day is going to be like feeling so small feeling so fragile. As he gets ready to go for work, saying to himself if my boss calls me n****r today i'll go berserk then he'll really see who's the jerk. But what can i do he's way up here and I'm way down there knowing that if I hit him I'll get something worse than fear Maybe lose my job or sudden death that you can surely bet, then it's back to Harlem where it's hard to make ends meet I'll probably have to lick boots or clean feet Tevin Smith
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