Cabrini Poems - Poems about Cabrini

...The Vietnam Era. The class of 67. I turned 18 that year. At the time, too young to vote But not too young for the draft. Some were sent off to Saigon. No. I did not flee to Canada. I went to ......

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...And here is our list of winners: Bernie Sanders, Brandon Johnson Alexandra O. Cortez, Elizabeth Warren Cory Bush, Ayanna Pressley Ilhan Omar, Rashida Tlieb Joseph Biden, Kama......

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...She’s familiar… ain’t that the blues Sleeping beside her, I always knew Chipped beef on Monday, Thursday cold stew Dishes piled high, paycheck gone through She’s familiar… ain’t that......

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...In 1962, I was a caseworker, not a social worker, in the Cabrini-Green Housing Project in Chicago. In that era, the difference between a caseworker and a social worker was simple. A social worker had......

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...She’s familiar, aint that the blues Sleeping beside her, everyone knew Chipped beef on Monday, Thursday cold stew Dishes piled high, paycheck gone through She’s familiar, a......

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...I don’t know why, but it hit me suddenly this morning during my quiet time. I thought about a city and the people I once met in five distinct communities A part of me; those seven years of labor,......

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...Caseworker’s Tune Cabrini-Green Public Housing Chicago Where I am now there are no leas, no sheep feeding. There are tenements, children breeding. Where I am now there are ......

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...Caseworker’s Rounds Cabrini-Green Public Housing Chicago Where I am now there are no leas, no sheep feeding. There are tenements, children breeding. Where I am now there are ......

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...Caseworker: Yams and Plantain Cabrini-Green Housing Project Chicago Bienvenido’s comin’ over, says his wife, to ‘splain me why the kids have got no rice, no beans, how th......

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...Caseworker Determining Eligibility Cabrini-Green Projects Chicago The child, age two, hammocked in the half moon of his mother’s arms, is locked in palsy, yet moves an eyelid as I ask, ......

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