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The streets where I grew up on was no place for the weak or disenfranchised to be 
born. For just like the Venus fly trap it could eat you alive or crush your dreams. From the 
time you awake until the sunrise in the east? The dessert fox was on the hunt, looking for an 
easy meal to eat. This was no place for a single mother to raise a young boy into a man… if 
she didn’t understand the laws of the dessert her boy, surely he would become the fox’s next 
meal. No mercy or redemption for foolishness, weak or the meek, because the predators 
here never seem to sleep. Blind bullets from the unknown took my best friend one hot 
summer day as we played a game of hide and seek. All of his mothers dreams shattered and 
derailed by a nameless bullet that took her only claim to a possible future president or the 
next Martin Luther King. Don’t look so surprised about what I speak, it’s was the law of this 
dessert from where we came from you see? Our tears were barely dry on our cheeks. and 
the dirt that was placed on his coffin just last week was not even hard yet…as we laid his 
estranged father into the ground the following week. Even my sister who once voted the high 
school prom queen could escape the call of the foxes that beckon her in the night, as she 
chases the white rock to easy her pain. Young sisters weaken bodies litter the desserts floor 
as they fall victim to foxes never ending feeding frenzy on lost souls. Soulless young black 
men stand on street corners both night and day in this place I call home… waging wars on 
turfs and the colors that each other ware or just because of the color of their skin, but yet 
they all hold no deeds in their hands for this land they claim. Firmly I do stand here today, a 
black man who somehow managed to survive in that dessert to tell this tell of a flower 
planted in a place where nothing very few flowers ever grow. People see me as I pass them 
by on these urban streets, never knowing that I was a black rose that had bloomed…In a 
dessert were only a few flowers ever reached full bloom.

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  1. Date: 1/6/2012 8:52:00 AM
    Congratulations on having your poetry featured this week Jay. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 4/24/2009 4:11:00 AM
    Hello Jay, we both came from the streets, but thank God He gave me the chance to leave a peacuful and quite life. How sad to lose a friend. Your story is an isnpiration. Ernilando

  1. Date: 4/15/2009 4:43:00 PM
    Wow, Jay, you grew up in a rough neighborhood. How tragic to lose your best friend to "Blind bullets from the unknown." This is truly a stellar write! God bless you for being one flower that "reached full bloom." You are an inspiration! Love, Carolyn