My Red HarlemA Poem by felionessBeat poetry/spoken wordis my place my space my squat where wars are fought where lives are taken where hammered hearts are hard and hope forsakened red harlem is my "neck of the wood" my neighbourhood my" home sweet home " a place where angry spirits roam where troubled thoughts and idle hands are left to rot in "gangsta lands" red harlem is my "stomping ground" my "hang around" my stable where i put my feet up on the table where survivial depends on whether you can understand the difference between "bro" and "man" © 2012 felioness |
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