Mom City Poems

Come with me down to Manhattan 
There's an exhibit I want to go see
By an artist I'd not before heard of 
'Til you introduced him...

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Legacy accompanied with inadequacy DESPAIR RING
uninvited GUESTS linkedin as the themes of mein kampf.

Despite countless factorial permutations
& combinations, this cyber surfer
avails left and right alm
seeking...

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You’re torn between two identities
never knowing which way you should go
You dream of being a big city
but you're afraid to let yourself grow

There’s some folks...

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A walk around the block in my parents’ neighborhood at dawn
wearing mom’s sweater and pop's sneakers with a clown hole cut out for  
...

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I think they tease their hair
just to look a bit wilder
a little more… “coyote ugly”.
Perhaps a dash of “sports make-up”
under the eyes
to cut down the...

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I spent Fall Break with Lisa (one of my college suite-mates) in NYC. They live in a Central Park South high-rise. I hope to spend...

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No dad should leave his family for a mistress
and break the sacred marital vows and transgress;
who is selfish and has no love or pity
shall find...

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Yeah yeah Ayo Mom it's time it's time straight bar begin straight out of the little dungeons rap in the place where I placed my...

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After so many shouted,my father went to the dinner. There night while seeing water came in the home , had a woman put on noose...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Mom and baby, in the rain;
Arms hold babe and dog on chain.
No umbrella – getting wet;
Not a one appears to fret.

Walk to corner – garbage...

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I've woken up to another morning
and admiring its glory unfolding...
I'm overwhelmed with the eagerness to pray.

I've felt the sun's warmth...
remembering the snug hug
of mom as...

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Far from the throes with foes who dip acid,

but

still wiping flows from my nose, cooked by oil-based pros. The intensity grows, when it's mixed with...

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imma, burl, uca, sheon’t, heebie, deygon, fitna, who dat,
cuz, ion’t, dem, whatcha, make groceries, uon’t, boocoo, earl, bouta, weddey, baby…

imma - Imma call you later....

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Below is a copy of your poem:
SO SAD!

This is for us who are 25 and older....
There was a question raised by the late Marvin Gaye

He...

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