Street Walker
at any hours I chance to walk the streets of black as white I share the shade of skin
and if mistakes are mades not my problem
the cops were not here for me as they shoot you on day light with no questions
I had to amend their lies that I fell loosing my identity in the middle of the night to the try on ATM at the corner coming from work serving the Rihanna making us wait for an umbrella and a scoop of vanilla ice cream Spike lee so small in the booth
I am mighty living with harry smith in my aviary and allen ginsberg visiting on regular basis of past they both died
brother
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