Tears in the BarrioA Poem by DedPoet
When I was in gang
In the grimy streets of my youth, I lost many friends to colors. When a homie would die, We'd get drunk and pour a 40oz And go out for revenge. But thugs dont cry. Twenty years later I find The tombstone of Cesar Ramirez, I visit my old friend and street buddy. He cannot speak to me, And I remember the thug I was. As a man I remember, Now, as a man I cry. © 2015 DedPoetAuthor's Note
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DedPoetSan Antonio, TXAboutI started writing two years ago after a long hiatus due to that disorder called life. Once I picked up the pen I began to remember my passion and natural affinity for words. I am a drop out, a man bor.. more..Writing
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