Old Poem...why not post?

early early writing...pretty sure its highschool.


Dominoes and cigar smoke
Roasted Lechons, dollar worth of churros
Mothers and Daughters window shopping through the ave.

Visions of my city
Corrupt Cops
Beggars we pity but...
Think twice before tossing change in their cups

Rest up
in the home of the virgins that give it up
pay phones on every block
next to a nickel and dime dealer
chasing a buck

Loose Blunts and dollar vans
driven by illegal immigrants
In transit, bonds forged through
suffering with no air conditioning

Anybody worth something had a nickname
the ballin' was done on courts
crying was done in court
summer sped by
whole crew breaking day on the porch

Places you never went to
Even if you knew
the face in the shadows
there were just places you never went to

Mother's watched us freeze tag
sitting on fire escapes
Called us in for supper
on cue with street lights

It's all love
Even when it ain't
I feel good knowing
I could be in any hood
and its always the same

Nobody bbq's like the blacks
Nobody can dance like spanish cats
if salsa's on the track

like i said, mami its all love
to every corner of the map
A-rabs in Paterson, Carjackers' in brick city
to the new jacks shooting craps