#playgrounds
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*A small box of candy hearts
were being gifted..
as if being
the most intricate of Tonka Toys.
Small, trembling hands,
reaching out
to a small one,
dirt-encrusted..
There's a half a box
of ******* Jacks:
prize... still intact, in the other.
Two scabs.. and the bite mark of an
alligator lizard,
on just the one that receives.
.
She had walked all the way across
the school's playground
to find him there.
Brought with her a nickel
for helping Mama fold the laundry
down to the 7-Eleven store,
last Saturday morning;
Not any old box of candy, would do.
Not just any old box of candy..
would do.*
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Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 9:13 AM UTC
Old Memories are nestled safe in the Womb of our Heritage
Growing Roots in their Nurturing vessel
Until their Birth wherein they are forgotten.
They take their Vacation in our younger children, Brothers, Sisters
Who we have Provided the Memories of our long ago Childhood
Of the Toys, the Rivalries, the Responsibilities, the doting boys, and playground cliques
Their Adorable, albeit Tiny distracted heads may forget the days of our lives, but the passion they heard in our voices will never leave them.
Just as my mothers never left mine
Tell your stories. Tell them quick, before your memories are born from you and are forgotten from this world
They are irreplaceable, precious times that no one else can ever experience themselves and they must live on as precious stories.
Kept forever within the family walls of love and care
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
Spring sneaks by the door to the ghetto.
That's okay, they can't afford the seed.
Trees take too much room from the rentals.
No one saw the end of ghetto weeds.
Ghetto weeds once grew up sudden.
They took the food of those in bloom.
Ghetto weeds we're awful sorry,
But we haven't got the room.
Yesterday a man sold his garden
Bragging how he made such a deal.
Bought himself a high-rise apartment.
Who can tell the fruit by the peel?
Ghetto weeds once grew up sudden.
They took the food of those in bloom.
Ghetto weeds we're awful sorry,
But we haven't got the room.
What about the children of the ghetto,
Do they have the playgrounds they need?
Have you seen the children how they're growing?
Don't they shoot up just like a ****
Ghetto weeds once grew up sudden.
They took the food of those in bloom.
Ghetto weeds we're awful sorry,
But we haven't got the room.
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 6:53 AM UTC