A Tribute To the Documentary Shelter
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
Copyright © Marckincia Jean | Year Posted 2019
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