Of Poverty
FOOD STAMPS. BOXING champ of the hood.
Thought you should know ain't got the RENT. WELFARE check
Shrank and WENT. to FOOD PURCHASEMENT.
BOTTLES AND CANS. IN closets, in tubs, on fire escapes under
Beds. THAT'S how WE be fed.
Lottery numbers out today. Big Mama wanna play. Big Mama
Need money for her children's sake. FOOD STAMPS. NO MORE
Night time hunger cramps.
TONIGHT. THAT'S right. We eat steak tonight. we be rich. Yeah!
THAT'S right TONIGHT.
Holding up WELFARE checks we suspect. BUDGET CUTS.
IT WON'T AFFECT. THE UNDERGROUND ECONOMY. NOW the sun
Has set. What the heck.
TOMORROW WE CHASE the dream again trying not to give in.
BREATHING HARD. I swear to GOD next time we gone CATCH IT. WE
Gone set the PACE. WE. Gone win. The CHASE. that changes the RACE.
And let my BROTHERS in. Make All Mothers Grin.
Copyright © Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther | Year Posted 2014
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