You are calm, you are sane
You can retreat to your domain
Not me, my friend
I know a lot of things
But no idea where my head will rest tonight
You have a lover, she has a place
You can’t decide where you’ll make love at dawn
Not me, my friend
I have a room for the damsel I love
It’s only in my heart and not a space
To consummate our affection
You have a mother, you have an address
A neighborhood that’s familiar to you
Not me, my friend
My family changes like the weather
My community tomorrow is where the chase is paused
You have a job, you have a wallet
When you don’t, you stand a chance
Not me, my friend
I make a career of running
Not on tracks if that’s your thinking
But from the long arms of the City
© GBOLABO ADETUNJI/ AYOKA
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Very well written poem.
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👌 bravissimo
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Reblogged this on Emoulet and commented:
It’s sooo beautiful. I hope u enjoy it 😊
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We will never stop illegal immigration until until we stop hunger. As long as there are nations in need and nations with plenty, people from the first will be drawn toward the second.
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You are right Anna. In a similar vein, it makes me remember your post about homelessness and hunger. It was, by the way, the very first article of yours that I ever read. After reading it, I knew I had found my new favorite person and I was intrigued at finding a lawyer with a compassionate heart.
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