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Portraits of My City

I am just
Stories and life
Grief and forgiveness
We all want to

Now I’m free
And I
To watch the children

I gather
The wild parts of Oakland
So I can hold them
In my

I am the keeper
Of words and variables
Moving through
I think I’ve done it

You may not respect me
But I
Have dedicated my life
To Sweetness
Just like the bees

They needed some help
So I walked
Five thousand miles to teach
What it means to be
A citizen

I should probably
Grow up
But my small hands
So much wisdom

Get your money
Live your life
Face death
You can’t bring all this
With you

I watch
Death and reunion
The sun sets and
Only I
Experience it

Every day
Another chance
To get up from the dirt floor
Another chance to hold
My son

I give
I am here to remind you
You have so far to go

Dance with me
I will show you
Nothing else matters

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