Beautiful poem by Shelby Courtland filled with raw, unfiltered emotion like all her work. Her poetry is on another level and I advise you to check out all of her poems on her excellent web blog.
Standing on the corner,
I’ve got these drugs for sale.
I turn a teacher into a ho
and I send her straight to hell.
Don’t put the blame on me.
I’m just a businessman.
I’m trying to make a living
the only way I can.
You don’t hate the motherfuckers
that sell you alcohol.
It’s all the same thing
but I’m the one who takes the fall.
My time on this here corner
maybe short, but it ain’t sweet.
I got the cops all on my ass
until I’m just a piece of meat.
I must represent my gang
so don’t cross onto my turf.
Respect the line that’s drawn.
I’m just another serf.
The white man says to me,
“nigga, keep your nose clean!”
as he steals my crack and money
and kicks me in my spleen.
I ain’t got a fancy office
like the thugs on Wall Street.
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