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