faces stay familiar
like the face of a clock.
The handicapped race
wheel chaired,
up a paved park road
and the public assumes
gun fire.
In our city, no one is from there
but all our roots grow here.
Sex is a family sport,
with 6 degrees of separation.
We make music that vibrates off the contradictions,
an assimilation of the images the neighborhoods create.
Bowlegged athlete I am,
to pine to leave
or try to stay,
as this city has taught us,
it's all the same.
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