On My Street

Growing up black and in pain

Finding yourself all over again

On the front page pain

Pants saggin’

Who the fuck cares

Or cared when my black ass wasn’t eating

Wasn’t reading

shit

Im pushin im shootin’

The shits

Love came in my life and in

and out and in

and out

And ghost

In my closet

And a real person

Layered

Ancestral memory

Like

They treat me

like the child of a motherfucker

black America

I live here

Right up the street

Right there.

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