David Bobst
Streets
I am from the streets.
Seen so much and yet so little.
Friends have died and have moved.
I have seen fights and heard the shots.
I am different from those people,
Yet I am the same.
I dress differently and talk differently and even walk differently.
But still I act the same smell the same,
In every way I act different I am still exactly the same.
They stand there with saggy pants and long shirts.
With multiple amounts of their “bling”.
As time has past
I moved away from those streets,
And now I live in new streets.
Were more will be lost
And more will be found.
In the end I am still…from those streets.