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Rated: E · Poetry · Community · #1956785
Look a here, look a here. Oh my dear...
Look a here, look a here.
Oh my dear.
We got a whole new crop gettin’ food stamps this year.
Y’all laughed at me.
Remember last May?
Called me crazy old homeless lady
when I stood here saying:
We got a long way to go,
and we ain’t even studied the map.
We ain’t even planned our route.
We’ll get lost, no doubt.

My people, we need each other,
but we excel in putting each other down,
while we worship frowns and
breed bickering sounds.

You better than me?
You got a college degree.
Went to the best school money can buy;
found out you purchased a lie.

You look down on people who ain’t got an education like yours,
at the same time you grace this welfare line
and dodge the same slamming doors.

Will the teachers of real life stand up?
or will we continue to look the other way?
We got a responsibility to our babies:
gotta teach ‘em how to survive these streets!

Go on, laugh at me, scholar.
I know you despise an old homeless woman’s interjection.
It’s sad. Been on the road all this time,
still ain’t realized we’re headin’ in the wrong direction.



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