Poem submitted by: D. Ellis
Days and Nights
Sold drugs…. loved money
Didn’t want a 9-5
Made more in a week than people with 2 masters… No bachelors or high school diploma… Left school at 10th grade…it was hustling everyday…ashy knuckles stomach growling…
Standing for hours…
2 kids lived with his mother
Paid her rent stayed out late….
Everyone in Harlem knew his name
No kid anymore
Grown man
Longing for the days of no more pissy elevators
Longing for the smell of green grass….when he wakes up
wanted white picket fences
Maybe 2 dogs and a Lexus
A wife that’s not stressing him
Prayed the day will come… when he could come home in time before his kids go to bed
Instead… of standing out here in these cold streets….did it..so they can have sneakers on their feet… food to eat…
clothes on their back
Tears rolling down his face….. praying these days and nights of hustling will soon pass….
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