Chicano Poet

Friday, May 29, 2009

Here's a poem by my nephew

Doing Time

Outside the sun shines bright and the kids play
Outside my eyes squint and the trash blows away
Outside I can smell summer cooking the streets
Outside it will continue to get hotter over the next few weeks
Outside everyone is hurrying to get things done
Outside oiled bodies are glistening in the sun
Outside you can be free
Outside...its where you'd be without that felony


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