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Where Angels Fear to Tread

I was a picked on, bullied, browbeaten, buffaloed boy from Buffalo New York. I grew up on Buffalo’s lower east side, the ghetto by another name. The Frederick Douglass towers. Formerly the Talbert Mall better known as the Jefferson projects. The home turf to a gang called the Pythons. It was a place where angels fear to tread. I had so many bullies it’s a wonder I didn't end up dead. I had more bullies than the law allowed. I survived my childhood somehow. I can count one hand how many times I was saved by gang members. (5) I join a bigger gang right after high school. The United States Army, and saw the world, Germany, Turkey and Italy. I met the man who would be my Kung-Fu master, three years later he had made me a very dangerous man. Back stateside I became DJ Bobby K “The One to Know” For a little over fourteen years, I played the music that made the difference. All the while I heard the voices. In the year 2,000 I took a course in creative writing, and Bobby K “The Poor Man's Poet was born.” Now when I go out to speak, I mean to be heard, giving voice to the spoken word.

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Date: 1/29/2020 2:55:00 AM
Well done, well penned and best wishes my friend, you have gone from strength to strength in the knowledge of Gods love. Blessings, Jennifer.
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Robert Kinard
Date: 1/29/2020 8:57:00 AM
Thank you Jennifer for reading my poem and bio.