Jan 302014
 

I was walkin’ down State Street from my job

some kinds stuck a knife in my back, pulled

 

me into an alley, tore into my back pack

scattering my counseling files around

 

I retrieved them, dirty, scuffed, and torn

then staggered to the Urban League

 

and for help, but they did not care

 

then continued on down the road to my rooming house

but, clothes torn, still bleeding from the legs and arms

 

unprepared for the mean streets of Springfield

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