a spanish harlem junkie
Location
spanish harlem hold a special place in my heart
why wouldn't it
i perform at east harlem cafe known as mvp
most valuable poet
i went to manhattan center
in el barrio, east 116th st on pleasant ave
sandwich in between jerfferson and wagner projects
fond memeories,both good and bad
that part of my life lead me to be the man i am today
reason why i call this poem spanish harlem junkies
i was strolling along lexington ave from 116th to 125th
why? as always the mta gives reason for more headaches
for commuters like myself-track work this weekend
anyhow
as i was walking towards 125th st
alone
all i saw was lifeless souls
there may be alive physically
but their motionless bodies were dead
laying on the corner next to beauty salons
older woman rocking back and forth as if she was on a rocking chair
but there wasn't; she was all cracked up
dudes laying there injecting lethal poison that sends messages faster than text message
saying i die before my time
people arguing over cravings for more drugs in their eyes was sweeter than
sweet potato pie
i watch the horror
of people dying slowly each day each time each hour each second
sickens my stomach and i ate breakfast 9 o'clock this morning
their reflections of defeat inspires me to be greater
never to become a person with no home
wandering aimlessly
speaking inappropriate dialects recklessly
destroying themselves hopelessly
bringing back memories when i saw pathmark
when i was 8, recycle plastic bottles and cans with homeless people
making sure i have enough change to buy pizza so i didn't starve
that same starvation gave me the hunger to exceed
and not panic
although i'm going through rough times financially
that was a lifetime reminder that there are people
going through much more worse
i thank you mta for the walk
i know things will get better
despite setbacks
the love, the strength, the faith, the believe
i have ignites my will to never become a spanish harlem junkie