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spent a whole lot of years gone

from here, disappeared in a pale

world that never gave a welcome

mat to people like me, and out

of pure spite leveled point-blank

hate my way. walked in too many

places that turned from created human

beings that wanted to secure sinister

damnation for the brown skinned poor,

lowly, excluded, left out and fucked up.

knocked on a whole lot of doors never

opened, lived the innocent years pursued

by unmentionable fear, the relentless odor

of death, and condemning threats from a white

world with dark seeping in its heart. closed

my eyes with every step, lined up in a few

special places for bread, listened to the old

women on the block with shrinking spines

tell me don’t give up, and carried the kindness

of Julia, Sonia, Joseph, Rudy, Tito, Carmen,

Tony, Shorty and Lefty now become

names on a block wall. spent a whole lot of

years gone from here, never forgetting to

scream for the tiny bones we buried and

the people the world refuses to see that

are so sweetly mine!