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Corner House
I’m from a boxy brick corner house with vines scaling the exterior,
from a neighborhood of tainted windows reinforced by iron bars,
from a community that steals unattended belongings.
I’m from a street corner where collaborating yells and spinning tires disallowed silence,
from an area where no deadbolt could be left unturned before going to school,
from a street my mother didn’t want me roaming alone.
I’m from a corner house who’s key tied around my wrist to make sure my brother and I made it inside after school,
from a house who’s shrubs nurtured the ripest raspberries,
from a house where we ate dinner on the front doorstep.
I’m from cracked sidewalks where I learned to ride a bike,
from potholes which sprung my brother from his bike, breaking his arm,
from an unattended neighborhood which nobody looked after.
I’m from a neighborhood beside the city,
from an area where the people travel without a car,
from a city I couldn’t get enough of.
I’m from a neighborhood I stood too young to comprehend,
from a community friends haven’t made it out of,
from a boxy, brick corner house where strangers would sell drugs when we weren’t home.
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