Street Boy
he tells me it’s his family
his mom’s life messier than Mass Ave.
his uncle a pimp
little brother doesn’t know no better
locked up for pistol pocketing
his clothing testifies against him
dirty bandana
rows of braids
I meet his gaze
I hope he has friends
no education
or job
makes survival a task
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