Poem submitted by D.Ellis

On The Train

Rubbing her belly

It’s 3 days before summer

can’t believe she’s going to be a single mother

thought about abortion

The thought made her nauseous

Couldn’t do it..biting her nails

So nervous..

$700 pocket book but no money in it

That was his last gift…before he vanished

The only thing she knew about him…Is that he lived in Harlem

And his first name…

Never met  his friends or family

Drove a white Ranger Rover Sport

Trying to find his ass so she can take him to court…for child support

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Poem submitted by D.Ellis

Honey In Harlem

I see it everyday…

Through every season

On mornings…in their faces going to work

To the elderly ladies with their hats on going to church…on Sundays

James Brown is still alive in these streets…

Also Whitney

Even Coltrane played for me the other night….as i walked down Lenox.

D.Ellis

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