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The place I call home

Updated: Apr 26, 2021

By Jada Gibbs





A place of safety but also hell


A separation of good guy and bad guy


But no ever wanted to come together


Pride in the way with guns


In they hands


A society within society


That our children had to survive in.


Dreaming of hope and a future to get away


Cuz war was the only way.



Seeing brother on the corner every morning to make ends


meet just so his family can eat.


Momma could never sleep


Because little Timmy started hitting them streets.



The place I call home


Our society was built on music that was foreign to them but



Culture to us.


GoGo.



The smelling of carryout on every corner


That had you craving but having


only lint, dimes, and nickels


in your pockets wasn’t enough


For Ma behind the glass that tax everything like she was related to Uncle Sam


You know Uncle Sam that take momma last every tax season.



Catching the bus to school every morning was like traffic on feet


You move to slow you get knocked over.


People running over you like the world is about to end


And there’s only one place of protection.



Babies crying in your ear and kids staring a hole in your face.


As if you were a reflection of her


or another image of her father.


Or his father or they father



Cuz all daddies were deadbeats


According to momma.



The train ride was like Interrogation.


Boys looking because you got the new J’s


And girls looking because boys looking


When you wasn’t even heading their way.



The place I call home.


Washington D.C.


The place I call home.


Where I survived D.C.



The place I call home.


Where I will never forget D.C. because


D.C. was its own society.



The place I call home.

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