Born Lucky
I never had to go to bed
Hearing gunfire in the night,
Nor had to close my blinds
Against a scary fight.
Although we were not rich
I had enough to eat,
Had decent clothes to wear,
And shoes that fit my feet.
No friend of mine was shot
By someone driving by
Or accosted by a dealer
Who tried to get him high.
No junkies stood on corners
To meet and make a deal.
No sirens and policemen -
No racing tires would squeal.
Our yard was mostly grass,
Not made of dirt and weeds,
Around us not just buildings
But yards with grass and trees.
Those with luck like mine
Should never bear a grudge
When others are acting out -
We’re not qualified to judge.
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