Milkey_Way1970
Bio
Even at the age of... Fifty-ish, I'm trying to find My Place, In the World. Who am I ??? Why do I exist? Existential Crisis aside. Since the age of Fifteen, I've always wanted to be a Writer... I am also a Poet(even if you didn't know it).
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WEST BALTIMORE
BOARDED UP ROWHOUSE BLOCKS... ABANDONED VACATE LOTS. CRACK HEADS , DRUG DEALERS, GOOD NEIGHBORS, WITH BIG, BIG HEARTS. EVERY DAY LIKE CLOCK, GHETTO BIRDS, AND FIVE-O BE BLOWING UP THE SPOT. 563 BROWN BOYS IN WHITE TEES CALLING OUT "KILLER BEE". WHO GOT THE BEST CHICKEN BOXES FROM NORTH AVE TO MARTIN LUTHER KING? AYO, DON"T FRONT... "ROSIES". MAYBE LAFAYETTE MARKET... IF YOU REALLY HUNGRY. SUBWAY( WE DON"T CALL THEM METRO STATIONS), MULTIPLE BUSES RUNNING ALL NIGHT TO VARIOUS BALTIMORE LOCATIONS. LISTLESS STARES FROM WESTSIDERS WITHOUT ANY CARES, SIT ON MARBLE STEPS, THEIR EYES GAZE OUT AT DESPAIR. WELCOME TO WEST BALTIMORE. YOU WON"T UNDERSTAND ANY OF THIS. UNLESS YOU'RE BORN HERE...
By Milkey_Way19704 years ago in Poets
