Many Names

not afraid but brave
I shared a dictionary or two
as the only present is the past
of a world or two words

scar face or ice they used my shower
with street names and a mattress 
if only they will look to find the answer
of their search in the page of history

my students not little tot tatter
but ladies of the night
and if you ask me in plain daylight
nothing to hide

don't get me wrong I was scam
cameras disappearing on regular
as an artist on thirteen street
I made my choice

to make sure the epidemic
will not leave them in the streets
to spread the unknown
of washed eyes of doom

twas call the east village
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Boddie Avatar
October 16, 2015 at 6:12 PM
such a chilling tale....and you tell it so well....about the tail that's often abused....you can only save those not confused....wow Catherine....just wow....;)
Labeau Avatar
October 16, 2015 at 6:59 PM
made sure they will have SSN with the promise of relief waiting hours. and got thanks for a pipe but most was six month later as they were dying to the comfort of a bed and not the streets
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