becoming the lives it takes in its route
stacked homeless next to deprived families begging
to reinstate forgotten elements - as we open our blind eye
white chalk on the ground tracing the shape of death
red blood stain on the wall with a blue rag wrapped around the head
a neon reflection in black pools of oily iridescent wretch
swarming the shadows in between the filth and garbage
Candy painted rides - brightly colored fish net legs
huge afros' and tight braids - acrylic fingernails
over sized jackets with the fade - bass flooding sidewalks
windows exhaust a haze of tattooed faces - staring blank
Moon shine hinting off gold tipped teeth
Long suits and shiny shoes - children run in the street
slanted porches - gutted lawns - figures still as silhouettes
yellow street light shines on broken 40's and MD 2020 bottles
lives lost at the roll of the dice - place your bets
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to abandon our own honor is to undo our own purpose
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we cannot be over burdened with gifts we are allowed to receive
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