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A Tribute to the Documentary “Shelter”

Don’t  know ‘bout no talking 
Or no soul search’n
But I must thrive , right?

Don’t know ‘bout no tears
Don’t know ‘bout no fears 
I done seen too much to cry now

I stay shooting for Mars in my veins
To the memory of
Mamma and Pops
Lost to cancer and gun shots 

Don’t know ‘bout no chil’ren 
But mines come first , right?

Don’t know ‘ bout no feed’n 
No diaper chang’n 
No baby si’n

Took two bullets for my brother
Loss a lot of blood 
But not my loyalty 

Ain’t neva run away
Just been explore’n 

Mess with me,
You goin’ down

I’m homeless 
Bow down to me
Don’t deny me of nothing
Where’s my blanket
And my hot food?

I’ve had some good days
But everything seems to fall apart when I’ve got something go’n

I done slept on park benches and street corners
Begged for loose change
Only to survive on a nickel and a dime

I done been alone in the woods wandering 
Ain’t got no plans
But I’m still go’n
I’ll just see what happens

I done sold everything under the sun 
To finance my habit

I’m not alone 
There is more of me out there
That person I knew  ain’t here no more 

I act a fool in the club
Dancing alone with a broken beer bottle in hand
So I get kicked out

Momma gave me up at five
But I’m still alive

My heart expands when I smile
But I ain’t happy 

My friend’s name is Survival 


Marckincia Jean
Free verse
05/27/19

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