Sitting here on a coach
I am going back home
Wonder if it will be the same
Carrying my thoughts true

Memories pas by each moment
Green pastures on the other side
Small roads holding me
I use to live around here

What is home now?
Years have flowed on
Home has drifted away
A place to be that’s me

The arms that held me
They seem distant now
Who holds my ways
Where is the truth I ask

Once walking in old Baltimore
Heart-free, soul-filled with glee
I saw a Baltimorean
was looking back at me

Now I was eight and very shy
and he was no mud digger
and so I smiled, but he poked out
his tongue and named me Nigger

I saw no more of Baltimore
from then until December
of all the things that happened here
that's all I remember

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INCIDENT by Countee Cullen

I've seen shadows erase rainbows
and raindrops drowned the sun,
I've even seen the blues overwhelm the day;

occasionally, what's what comes strange
and sorrow morphs into fun,
then, children crave schoolwork, instead of play!

Sometimes it can be troublesome
wiping up the messy tears,
it's confusing when they continually return!

I've learned to swing at life's curveballs,
and seen laughter sprout from fears,
then, drawn a blank seeing clues I can't discern.

twenty miles to the gallon
with a short stroke
hardened cam and
ported polished
she growls when i
drop the hammer

drone down the interstate
white line flashing like
deaths rib

twin cherry bombs
throbbing
bolted down
to the iron Interceptor
hauling ass

nightmare marauder
thundering
and a Python magnum
in a slip holster
wrapped in its thin
belts
beneath the Dickie jacket

flip rear seats
and sleeper style
detroit girl
jewel of the nile