My Science Project

A row of test tubes with colorful liquids.

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This my science project
Right now, I need science
To help get out the projects.
I live in the ghetto
Where next door neighbors
They don’t even say “Hello”

The hood is a mess
Where it’s hard to think about life
When people worry to death
My son turning five
I just pray to God
That we both be alive

The streets can be crazy
I seen a man kill a baby and a lady
Over a maybe.
I seen the prettiest women
Lie, kill — even steal
From their children

Are we the science project?
Stuck in the past
Still haven’t made no progress
They say we live in the slums
Where everybody bums
Why they keep giving us guns?

We thought drugs was the answer
Until our mother died
The drugs gave her the cancer
Abortion clinics and planned parenthood
Why they wanna eliminate my manhood?
I believe in a woman’s right to choose
But when babies die that’s when I get confused

His baby mama got an abortion for views
That’s when everybody lose
‘Cause life is a graduation so amazing
Life is a holiday, a celebration
But they taught us to hate it
He tried and tried, but still never made it
Life told him enough is enough.

This my science project
I told him, “Never give up.”

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This poem shares the title of my upcoming poetry book that will be available starting Wednesday, Dec. 18. At the same time that I received this news, I also learned that I may be homeless again in the new year. I have been renting a room from a friend for two years paying close to a hundred bucks a week. I’ve never been late on a payment, but he said I have to move by Jan. 3, 2020. My mind is going crazy inside! I don’t know what I’m going to do. Oh God, I need a blessing.


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