Lawrence Benford
My city slept
Through my growing up in hate
Bubbling in the back streets
The sun shone on my city
But curved its rays back
Into the corners where I shined shoes
With my teeth,
Where my father ate the trash of my city
With his hands,
Where my mother cared for white babies
With black breasts.
My city, yes, outstretched along
Its white freeways slept
In the warmth of its tall new building
And 100000 $ homes
Of abnormal sapiens with titles
-And I grew up!
Momma never knew
Windows opened up to late night streets
Filled the addiction
Late night sessions with a girl
She met once, and hated her ever since
Her scent stayed on your clothes
Eyes tired like wrestling sleep after your nap
And momma never knew
Jake stopped me with her, but let us go
We were young
Younger than we she had her first, old enough
For the consequences
She came to school with me
The pool with me
Became a rule for me, every day, every other day
I’d say hello, she’d just hush me
Get deep inside touch me
Momma knows now, but she don’t care
I’m still working on it this is where I stopped
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