Calling the two blocks
of brick shantys
a “neighborhood”
is like calling Chris Columbus
an entrepreneur.
Columbus had three wooden pontoon boats
& a palace in the new world.
My students have Columbus’ outhouses.
I don’t even enjoy walking through
there anymore. It’s not a stroll in the park.
There’s only so much imperialistic **** you
can step in and wipe away
before you
start to track it in your
house.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC
Calling the two blocks
of brick shantys
a “neighborhood”
is like calling Chris Columbus
an entrepreneur.
Columbus had three wooden pontoon boats
& a palace in the new world.
My students have Columbus’ outhouses.
I don’t even enjoy walking through
there anymore. It’s not a stroll in the park.
There’s only so much imperialistic **** you
can step in and wipe away
before you
start to track it in your
house.
This poem and several like it were written as a sort of reflection of my time working in the inner city in Manchester, NH.
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