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Angela’s sons and daughters

woke zombies lambs to the slaughter

And I wonder if they care

that we are warmed by the oven, bath

water boiled on the stove

sharing each nook, cranny, and cove

even piss poor dreams with our brothers,
sisters, cousins

playing the dozens
and any other makeshift made up “don’t

touch nothing, cause you ain’t got toy

money” games

Using whatever we had

Using whatever we had and could
to make ends meet, hoping the connection

creates light from the cord like great

migrations

resilient motivations

reaching to ‘ol dude next door