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William Hernandez Poem
Sirens and metro buses
Detectives and narcs
Hustlers and thieves.
Friends and foes
Currency and narcotics
Bums and dope fiends.
Soft or hard
Packaged or dumped
White or green.
Love and disdain
Loyalty and trust
Hope and shattered dreams
This is my block.
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I’ll sleep when I die
Sleep when I die
Go out like Dad
Couldn’t speak when he died
The look in his eyes
Like a newborn
Wishing for words
All the mistakes
Hindsight really is
20/20
So was the price
Of that glassine
Every ounce of hope
Extinguished
In a swift rush to the brain
Green light went flat
There was no more
Pain.
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Section Ocho
Sylvia loved her 2 bedroom apartment.
She finally found a decent place
Well besides the rodents
And the 4 flights she treks
That dim hallway
Smelling of mold
And tattered souls
Knock, Knock, Knock
She opens the steel door
Resembling a solitary prison cell entryway
INSPECTION TIME
4 men dressed in the finest business attire from kmart
They look at her like a charity case
Exchanging smirks and snarky comments
She is beneath them
Like the soles on their $40 faux leather shoes
She worked in sewing factories her whole life
Until her hands were no longer functional
She worked hard for her $700 ssd check
The men smirk again when they see her ebt card on the kitchen table
Their tax dollars pay for her extravagent lyfestyle
That 2 bedroom apartment on the 4th floor
Collecting bottles to feed herself at the end of the month
She hasnt had a decent cut of meat in years
Chicken legs and corned beef
White rice and spam
But those are their tax dollars being wasted
One man utters:
"We know hes been staying here"
"Que" she replies
"Your thug grandson with the felonies"
Shouts another
"Hes only been here for a week"
He was sleeping at the city mission
She was fullfilling her grandma duties
Family is everything to her
"But rules are rules Ms. Vasquez"
If hes not gone in 2 days she has to move
But move where?
She waited 37 months to get this apartment
Confused she begs the men to let him stay
"48 hours Ms Vasquez" The portly inspector yells as the steel door slams behind the men
Sylvia has a decision to make
How she longs for paradise and gets hell in return
A single tear rolls down her sharp cheeks
"Juan stop hiding they left already"
He can see the pain in her eyes
" Dont cry Abuela, ill be just fine,
Ill pack my stuff and be out in time"
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William Hernandez Poem
We made an oath
To stick to the code
We raised ourselves
Caught up on the block
It’s called a trap
Lives up to the name
Eric
Lefty
Peca
Jay
Just a few of the guys
We fought
We laughed
We cried
I lived they Died
Cotto
Noah
Siso
James
Just a few of the guys
The axons keep churning
In my troubled mind
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William Hernandez Poem
Blade of a fan
Or a knife
Took some getting used to.
Pain of it all
Factual or perceived
Pain is pain
Love is love
Not one in the same
If they were
It would not feel this way.
Novocain that wound
Stifle that feel
Reinforce that steel
Light
Will eternally
Penetrate
Even if it is amongst the fake.
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I need it all
Not just the sweet
The bitter too
The fights
They make it real
I need it all
Full spectrum
Not a sample
I love the flaws
Your hair unwashed
I need it all
Bare faced
Plain Jane
Your deepest wounds
I’ll take those on
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