This Poem Right Here!

 Hear Ye!  Hear Ye!

This poem is hitting like a hot bowl of grits,

Oh, so you don't believe me just ask Al Grits!

My bad I meant Al Green 

Because he is most definitely the

evidence of pain felt and seen!

Just a tale I heard in Cabrini Green 💚 

But back to this poem I think that

It's really the shitz,

Because it reminds me of the days 

When our parents played the hits!

You know on the weekend

Times that you'd go get a close friend

and bring them to your crib and things

And for a few hours they'd be like one of

your siblings.

Mom would break out Billie Holiday & Roberta Flack,

Then Dad would break out some War & Fleetwood Mac!

Then we'd beg to hear The Jacksons & Stevie Wonder

They'd tell us that it was time to go and to get out from under...

Author: Doreen Ambrose-Van Lee