Dickson Street
And I was there
My Dickson Street ,now
is so urban, sad, bare
I miss my Nasty Dickson Street
where I roamed without a care
We hoped, knew not to hurt another
we were all hurt, in a way
Spencer, he drank coffee, drew my feet
He gave me love and a different way
I miss those times
almost jealous
when I see
My own child
with the same thoughts
of being me
Copyright © Kimmy Holmes | Year Posted 2008
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