GROWING PAINS
I went down by the river and there I saw a man or at least he thought he was, some how in that small mind he grew to be just like the next one, standing next to the next one. No shape, no style, no voice just a man.
I grew up by the river, with its tall banks and broad strokes of water, with boys who looked to the next one for direction, so he will learn to fight when provoked and maybe not. He will learn to emulate the next one with smoke in one hand and clutching the brown paper bag in the other “his get right for the day”. He’ll be taught that men chase woman and must have game. He will learn this game right, wrong or indifferent. He will be taught that men must release, that he must do this often that it keeps him grounded, relaxed, stable and cool.
From the river bed they would come soaked from the environment of street corner mentality, “I’ve got mind so go get yours”. A baby before graduation day that’s your bar mitzvah, learn to hold down two jobs the one provides you with a check the other with street credit, cause along with your name you must have a rep.
Fight with the system, it holds you down cause high school was a last option along the river bed as you hustle daily to provide for your child; a testament you are not like the next one, as you hide your second child on the way…from the rest of the world. This river flows and swells with babies having babies, cause all the water in the river didn’t provide you with knowledge cause you choose the streets.
No credit to speak of and welfare you place on the mother who shoulders most responsibilities, yes the river gives birth daily to a man. One of very little education cause he needs to be seen as the river flows, so his thought is resemblance, in class, in dress and attitude. With mother walking some five feet behind but to your brothers and to that river a man.
© C Cory 11/10
I grew up by the river, with its tall banks and broad strokes of water, with boys who looked to the next one for direction, so he will learn to fight when provoked and maybe not. He will learn to emulate the next one with smoke in one hand and clutching the brown paper bag in the other “his get right for the day”. He’ll be taught that men chase woman and must have game. He will learn this game right, wrong or indifferent. He will be taught that men must release, that he must do this often that it keeps him grounded, relaxed, stable and cool.
From the river bed they would come soaked from the environment of street corner mentality, “I’ve got mind so go get yours”. A baby before graduation day that’s your bar mitzvah, learn to hold down two jobs the one provides you with a check the other with street credit, cause along with your name you must have a rep.
Fight with the system, it holds you down cause high school was a last option along the river bed as you hustle daily to provide for your child; a testament you are not like the next one, as you hide your second child on the way…from the rest of the world. This river flows and swells with babies having babies, cause all the water in the river didn’t provide you with knowledge cause you choose the streets.
No credit to speak of and welfare you place on the mother who shoulders most responsibilities, yes the river gives birth daily to a man. One of very little education cause he needs to be seen as the river flows, so his thought is resemblance, in class, in dress and attitude. With mother walking some five feet behind but to your brothers and to that river a man.
© C Cory 11/10
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