What roads
Have I paved
In the hearts of men?
Has even one stroke
Of my labors
One drop
Of my sweat
Made the path smoother
For the traveler
Who passes after me?
Or has all my striving
Been in vain?
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I’ve been struggling
Like a mule
All my life
It was what it was
One gray day
Daddy up & died
Leaving
A foreign widow
In a foreign land
No English
Nine hungry children
Did what I had to do
Thirteen
Walked out of school
Buckled on
My grown-up shoes
Washing, cooking, scrubbing
Made my way to Philadelphia
Just to mail home
A few green dollars
Paid daddy’s debts
Put bread on the table
Family stayed together
I
Struggled like a mule
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It’s like
Cashmere over lace
One snowflake crystal
Glittering among stars
Love wrapped up
Red velvet ribbon
Tied snug
Around my heart
Winter fairytale
Ice castle
Royal blue in the sky
Queen of your heart
This winter
To the end of time
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City lights
Each one
One soul’s story
Life
Won or lost
Illuminate
Extinguish
Destiny turns
On a dime
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If I gave you my heart
Would you cherish it
Under the umbrella of your love?
Or let it wither & die
Like the roses of summer past?
La Vie En Rose
Hugged him
Want to have
His arms
Holding me
Here & forever
NYC Streets
Creeping
Down the middle track
Ghastly floodlights
Chasing scrappy rats
Snippets
Of zombie passengers
Flicker
Between gaps in grime layered walls
Grinding
Screechy sci-fi
God’s Got the Whole World in His Hands
Paint me a picture
Paint my lover
Sailing back
From a far away land
Paint our embrace
Hunger & desire
Colliding
Paint my heart
His only home
Paint us
Forever & ever
After
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Stripes are in
Brooklyn’s dope
Strike a pose
Let’s get to it
God’s Got the Whole World in His Hands
Going to build
Mi familia
Una casa
Gut wrenching
Sweat drenching
Up to my armpits
Dusty red dirt
Brick by brick
Labor of love
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Hard cement
Rough
Hot under feet
Pressure
Street’s gonna take grit
Stubborn
Bold ambition
Success
Shoot one frame
At a time
Hustle
NYC Streets
Bubbles
Glimmering beads
Cascading everywhere
Droplets of hope
Shimmering
Playfully splash
Every one
Molecules of dreams
Delightful future
Behind the Scenes
One fine spring
New history
Her
Him
Happiness
Only possibilities
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I like my new lipstick
Je ne sais quoi
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Gimme back my shyt
Yah that’s right you heard me
I want my shyt back
And you’re gonna give it back
Now, right now
I didn’t pour all my heart
Into a dream to have nothing
The dream’s mine
Meant only for me
What’s mine is mine
God’s gift to me
It’s not yours
So you can’t have it
You can’t keep one sliver of it
Devil be gone
You came to steal, kill, destroy
My dream home build on love
I’m taking it back
Lock, stock, barrel
You think you’re getting away
With all my shyt
But so help me God
You’re dropping my shyt
Gimme back my shyt
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Upside down
Yet right side up
Going left
Heading right
Back
One way
Is the only way
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Hey Edna
I’ve got an itch
Can you….
Oh never mind
I’ll just scratch it
Myself
Hello world!
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