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by Po’ Poet Charles Pitts
I STEP ON THE SCENE
SAY HI TO A FEW FRIENDS
PROTEST A LITTLE
YEA
WE NEED SOME NEW PROTEST CHANTS
MAYBE DR. DRE COULD GIVE US SOME BEATS
A CAB PULLS UP
YOU CAN SEE THE BLOOD ON HER FINGERS
AND A BIG PATCH OF RAW FLESH ON HER LEG
THE CABBIE IS STRUGGLING
TO GET HER TO THE SHELTER
SHE’S BARELY CONSCIOUS
I PICK THIS LADY UP
(BLEEDING LADY)
( I HOPE I DON’T DROP YOU )
TAKE HER TO THE DOOR
THAT’S WHEN I MEET THE “LOVELY DIRECTOR”
“SHE DOESN’T LIVE HERE “ I am told
“COULD YOU CHECK? I ask
SHE JUST GOT HERE FROM THE HOSPITAL”
“I’M THE ACTING DIRECTOR” I am told
“WE KNOW OUR CLIENTS “
“SHE DOES NOT LIVE HERE “
“I’M SORRY “
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