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FROM THE HOOD,
LIVING in a
RUNNED DOWN,
RURAL NEIGHBORHOOD!!!
When your CHURCH, your SCHOOL,
your BEAUTY SALON,
BARBER SHOP and
the LIQUOR STORE,
is only WITHIN
WALKING DISTANCE,
When the ICE CREAM
TRUCK RUNS during the DAY, and
LATE AT NIGHT!!
WHEN KIDS ARE ON
BIKES, SCOOTERS,
SKATEBOARDS and SKATES,
WHEN YOU BETTER
HURRY HOME QUICK,
the STREET LIGHTS will come ON,
HURRYING HOME BECAUSE IT'S LATE,
When it's a SCHOOL NIGHT,
and YOU have to BE IN BED by 8,
DO YOUR HOMEWORK and
MAKE SURE IT'S RIGHT,
not long after HAVING DINNER,
then it's LIGHTS OUT GOODNIGHT,
Back in the Day,
MY PARENTS DROVE A CADILLAC,
An OLDSMOBILE REGENCY,
Now What ya'll think of THAT???
IN THE HOOD,
WHEN YOU GOT IN TROUBLE IN SCHOOL, and your GRADES WERE BAD,
When you had SCHOOL FRIENDS, and
ALL OF THE FUN THAT YOU GUYS HAD,
GIRLS PLAYED DOUBLE DUTCH,
THE BOYS PLAYED BALL,
PICKLES and KOOL-AID
was the best, IF I RECALL,
CHIPS and SODA,
NOW-N-LATERS,
THE TIMES WERE LAID BACK, AND
LIFE WAS GREATER,
LEMON HEADS,
BOSTON BAKED BEANS,
MR. MELON,
CHERRY CLAN, and
JOHNNY APPLESEEDS,
THESE ARE MY FONDESS
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES!!!,
IN THE HOOD, you weren't
SUPPOSED TO SQUEAL, because
SNITCHES GET STITCHES, and
that's on the REAL, REAL!!!
Back in the back day,
things weren't too bad,
IT'S 2025
NOW, THINGS ARE JUST SAD,
OH, IF I COULD JUST JUMP
in a TIME MACHINE,
and REVISIT and TALK to the
OLD YOUNGER ME, and
tell her about THESE PRESENT TIMES,
  I GUARANTEE YOU, IT WILL BLOW HER MIND, and
I WILL give her
WISDOM and INSPIRATION,
INSPIRE TO KEEP GOING, and have MOTIVATION,
I just WISH I CAN, and
I WISH I COULD,
as I recollect my youth of,
LIVING IN THE HOOD!!!


B.R.
DATE: 3/17/2025
kind hands Mar 17
the fear
that binds the wall
that hides the truth
is non logical
but rational

divides the self
and keeps me aloof

must be named
but not shamed
to make me whole

it serves a use
that has no use

fear is the function
of the wound
the causation of confusion
and its taken root
I often wonder,
Am I growing far too fast?
I think like a man,
But I, a child, could never be regarded as one,
Even though I seem to constantly be the smartest in the room.
Wait, are we racing to fast through this?
I know the time is ripe,
Though I didn't think I'd lose my childhood tonight.
Yet there is a chance I'm speculating on how to defend,
Something that's already gone,
Because I'm only a child away from you.
Love blooms faster than you could guess
Dom Mar 14
Be careful when handling,
Built strong but I’m fragile
These days show how easy
A dam can break as the tears fall freely.

Lost in the “I should have”
And regretting the “I could of”
If all that I am is a collection of my actions,
Then let me play the role,
Explode on contact, this short fuse is blown.

Corner my confidence,
Please put me in my dunce cap
Because I’ve been fooling myself,
Thinking I was so impervious
Introverted dismissiveness
Led to severed ties and downed bridges
But I’d fall into this cab just to
Come back home, one last time.

Whatever may come
I’ve resigned myself to-
Walking through the doorway
Waiving my goodbyes,
It’s time I left you behind.

The me I was
When the hurt was too much,
Never growing up -
I split myself in half
To hope you can carry yours
As I can no longer look back.
Built strong, I was fragile
It was so easy to break the dam
When the tears fell easy,
And even the petrichor loses scent
As I take this bus into the unknown
Maybe I can give us a fitting end.
This concept...it's me talking to my inner child and exploring what comes next as I move into the next phase of my life. It's resigning myself to whatever comes next
kind hands Mar 9
i had
a slice of normality
the other day

and
it was
******* delicious
kind hands Mar 9
please
dont feed me
to the vultures

im already
skin and bone
Dom Mar 7
Kick and scream against it,
But it’s not slowing down,
Relentless in it’s captivity
I’m constantly ravaged unwillingly
And there’s a sick pleasure to it all
The shuttered starts, the random stalls
The confluence of happenstance
And all that candy floss.

Tap on the mat,
But submission is not an option
The tactician slyly waits for breath to deepen
Before applying pressure upon the lungs
Driving air from the sails,
Deflating hope with a single blow to the soul.

How I plead,
And the answer protests
How I scream
And the silence is deafening
Calculated granules ticking further away
And I am one with the great escapade
Another skeleton in the acidic rain
Eroding by the day,
But I can no longer resist it,
The fight is all but snuffed
Like lantern light in the cold of day.

Burdened to bear it
Afraid of the doors unopened
Shunned to feel its punishing sting
Wear it upon my face
Feel it within every bone -
It taunts me over and over…

Time.
introspection is good, it's healthy, but sometimes, just sometimes it's crippling.
kind hands Mar 3
give me something real
a hand to hold
so i can feel

not just a flailing soul
lost
in lifes bitter gale

torn and tethered
hands of steel

give me something real
a hand to hold
so i can feel
kind hands Mar 2
too much honey
don't feel right

these scars
are warm

and they're shapin
the night

breathe deep
shake n fight
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