when duck was a word that wasn't a duck
Kalisha drew in her coloring book,
and red kerchief drive by bullets flew.
So Grandma Sadie is raising Kalisha
far from beautiful downtown LA
where, Ladies and Gentleman, Exxon Mobil
and its Board of Directors proudly present
Pyotr Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker Suite
for your listening pleasure on Christmas Eve.
Meanwhile Keontae beatboxes a dumpster
to Come All Ye Faithful as Jayla becomes
a crip walking back alley ballerina
because he's asked her to be his blue diamond
while giant rats prance in the street.
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1201, you did and were the reason I re-wrote the poem in the third person, rather than an African American first person monologue.
I think
I read something similar from you, glad you took out the AAVE
5ed
Thank you for the
Back Story , GM : i re read the Poem with this information & appreciated it from a different perspective !
Ash
The background is about the Blood and the Crips, two gangs in Los Angeles. They wore "gang colors." The Blood wore red. The Crips wore blue.
Brings to mind
Baltimore. Maybe any inner city? Well told tale.
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