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Rap 23
The creator's my Homey, so I'm never short.
He lets me know when to chill in the park
and when to cool out by the river.
He schools me with knowledge of self
keeps me doing the right thing to maintain his rep.
And yo, even when I step through the shadows
of the buildings in the projects,
I don't sweat it, cuz he got my back.
He flexes whenever suckers try to get ill
and puts me down by law.
So I'll definitely be living large until I'm outta here
and then I'll be chilling at his crib, forever.
Peace.
Haiku
Beside the dumpster,
a rat drinking rainwater
from an eggshell.
Haiku
Snow lines window ledge,
something warms my sleeping back—
your open brown eyes.
Haiku
On this brick wall—
the sprayed name of a dead kid,
still drips.
© Copyright 2001 Gerald Dias Porter.
-- April 9, 2001
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