By Arcassin Burnham

I fill in the blanks where your feelings
Use to reside,
Stuck in the shadows,
I puke on the passenger side,
I am not a protector or a savior,
I can't provide,
But your brain
And your cells
And your thoughts are along for the ride,

I don't care for your face,
But in your bones,
There is no other place,
Then in my zone.

Our men and our women in the system
Fighting for peace,
Please get your kids in the house
It ain't safe on these streets,
While others are wicked and evil
Just to Gain the greed,
Working themselves to bone
For their kids,
They will feed.

In your bones.