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May 2014
That smile so big like a razor
had cut open your smile from
ear to ear, It disturbs me out
looking at those teeth under a
smile black and crooked, breath
like acid rain on my senses, as
you once again exhale I am
unable to breath.

Your arms long never ending
as you reach forward, sharped
nails yellow with nicotine my
heart beats faster as I am within
your reach.

Your clothes like a ******, stinking
from a distance the closer I get my
eyes water as you once again breath,
you speak, such a gentle voice, madam
he say, with claws out reached help
if you can a man on hard times.

I go behind my mother only eight
years old, I scream go away ugly
man and my mother stops and
speaks, this is a person just like
you and me, he has hit the bottom
and with help from strangers he
may just climb a step then another
till he is on his feet.

Never judge by what you see for this
could be anyone child never disrespect
those on the streets as they could easily
be you or me.
Poetic T
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