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Cars, clothes, money, rats and roaches                A college degree
          Five siblings plus self in one bedroom
          Sharing one King sized mattress                        A celebrity in his hood
          Two blankets and one pillow
          Once you got up to go pee                             A legend in his own mind

          Lost your space
          Come back to                                          As it flashes before his eyes
           Sleep next the one that is not potty trained
                                                                 Tears form as his breathing becomes shallow
          Baby Soggy Bottoms
          Nicknamed stuck till he was struck down in his prime
                                                                Hands up
          Aged 9
          Outside playing tag
                                                                Please don’t shoot officer
          Shot by a bullet, no name attached
          Police said they were sorry,                          A late night run on the riverfront
          Uncle Stepdaddy was the target

          I guess Soggy Bottoms prayers were answered that day  Making plans for the last day of class at the university
          He got to escape the sexual abuse he prayed to end
          Go home to God                                        Hush little baby
          Uncle Stepdaddy
          His fate for rape                                     Don’t say a word
          Two  years  house  arrest  in  his  elderly  momma’s  base-
          ment…                                                 Another statistic
           If I had a dime for every time I heard my Brotha Speak…
          Meditating and praying for Ms. Right instead of Ms. Right   First one graduated with honors
          Now
          Good guys always seem to finish last                  Valedictorian
          Chivalry is wrong

          Respect is not respected                              Promised Momma
          Get mad love
          If he a gun-toting, no job having thug                15 cents times infinity
          Romancing is writing poetry
          Roses are Red                                         All she is left with is a penny wit a hole in it….
          Violets are Blue
          You my main B*tch                                     If I had a dime for every time I heard my Sista Speak..

          And ya’ Momma is too
          Just once  he would like to
          Dress up
          Get a nice fade, beard shaped                         ©2015 Tina M Campbell
          Feel like a million bucks                             Instagram:@IAmAPoetDammit
          Be legit,
          No criminal past                                      IAmAPoetDammit@gmail.com
          No even a parking ticket
          A-1 credit


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