Another poem I wrote in my advance poetry class. This is the revision. I do not like it all that much, but in theory it sends the same message.
"That rescission don't affect us."
Spending so much time in the red,
I forgot what life is like in the black.
Around here times have always been labored.
Poverty is the best friend to welfare,
nothings changing that.
Don't need the news to say Memphis is sixth in crime this year.
We'll spend the last bit of money on third buying J's and cigarettes.
We do what we want
on the block pushing mix-tapes,
riding flats in a candy paint donk,
in the trap to hustle for death.
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