Homeless Man: You know, I am a man of words myself. Like to play around with them. See some music in my head and say some words. And it ain’t no churnin’ dreams school boy shit neither. But hey! You wrote that BS! If it came from your soul, then you have to own it! Ya dig? And if it ain’t, well, you shouldn’t let no low level bullshit come out your mouth when a man asks you for poetry. I wanna hear something deep. As for me – I jump into snake pits! Drink their blood. Eat that snake and save your life. Got your attention now? Here’s some shit you might want to hear. I am called “Unwanted.” I have no name because my mother left me sitting on a stoop in front of a candy store and never came back. I’m not mad at her, cuz I think she wanted to die and figured this would be less traumatizing to me than to watch her…..
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- Written by: Mara Lee Gilbert