open as a sore on the face of the lower side of this city
the boy runs loose
and the girl runs fast to the house of her
mama's friend.
'don't gotta'
'and i don't care'
wave like banners above their heads,
hang like factory soot in the dank day.
the boy got chewed pretty good
in the back yard of an
old italian woman with a big mean dog
to keep the kids from botherin' her.
some stitches at the emergency room
grandma took him…..
the girl's oldest sister got pregnant
and had a pretty baby
that she dressed in red and left at grandma's
and went to drink a few beers and maybe
see the baby's papa.
and the girl three down got busted because her baby died.
dead in the emergency room, ten minutes old,
high and dead. just like that.
and the doctors reported her and she got busted.
she got a little brother who goes to the same school she
used to.
he don't read so good and he don't give a ****
and he told that to the teachers.
he thinks they don't give a ****
and he don't remember a time in his eight years when he hasn't felt beat-up.
by big kids and mama's boy friends
by teachers and principals,
by books and language,
by looking at the garbage around him
and looking at the good things of television.
people have died for so much less.
and i look at him and i smell his attitude
like ***** on an unclean body.
stings my nose, tears my eyes
and a talk i heard with a black man about genocide
and conspiracy and gene pools
and what sounded wrong now makes sad sense and
it smells like ***** on an unclean body.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 4:33 AM UTC
open as a sore on the face of the lower side of this city
the boy runs loose
and the girl runs fast to the house of her
mama's friend.
'don't gotta'
'and i don't care'
wave like banners above their heads,
hang like factory soot in the dank day.
the boy got chewed pretty good
in the back yard of an
old italian woman with a big mean dog
to keep the kids from botherin' her.
some stitches at the emergency room
grandma took him…..
the girl's oldest sister got pregnant
and had a pretty baby
that she dressed in red and left at grandma's
and went to drink a few beers and maybe
see the baby's papa.
and the girl three down got busted because her baby died.
dead in the emergency room, ten minutes old,
high and dead. just like that.
and the doctors reported her and she got busted.
she got a little brother who goes to the same school she
used to.
he don't read so good and he don't give a ****
and he told that to the teachers.
he thinks they don't give a ****
and he don't remember a time in his eight years when he hasn't felt beat-up.
by big kids and mama's boy friends
by teachers and principals,
by books and language,
by looking at the garbage around him
and looking at the good things of television.
people have died for so much less.
and i look at him and i smell his attitude
like ***** on an unclean body.
stings my nose, tears my eyes
and a talk i heard with a black man about genocide
and conspiracy and gene pools
and what sounded wrong now makes sad sense and
it smells like ***** on an unclean body.