I.
The Haves
Yeah, yeah, the child,
poor and starved, we’ve heard
this one before. Rotten teeth
in a five-year-old mouth–gross–
I can care for mine. Bones
and dark skin and such,
we know.
God gave me everything I need:
my will
my will
my book
my guns.
II.
Remember:
safe streets
and good folk lived, prospered
there, once. Let us weep
at the nightly news,
let us pray for our safety when
we drive to work and also,
Dear Lord,
let the Cowboys
win a Superbowl.
mikelkelly 