I was in the place I was. And through work two visitors took a break. There was talk of where I was and where they were from. I went to me. It opens with a play on words. And, there’s the less favorable stereotype to the direction I think is ever present in inner Cities all over the United States of America. The rest is trying to get you to a nice place and then do other than saying it can all work out for everyone in all situations, but to leave an impression and make my point to be understanding of the experiences we might not can know yet that occur for others. I think many do the best as they know-how. And that we try to be good people. But we crave acceptance, yet enjoy working together. And we would like Good things for people we care about-us and ours.
They shot my donkey
Trying to ghost my ass.
A one minute mile is slow.
When I got going I was fast.
They tried to hire me
But looked into my Past.
I need money; not a job.
Time to go to work.
I make money where I can
And live with neighbor’s generocity.
I’ll make it on my own
And then I’ll show you recriprocity.
I’ll work with my community.
And help kids be who they can be.
We’re good people, from a good place.
Someday we might face to face.
And go beyond what we understood
To actually Understand.
Good to meet you.
Glad to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
Shake your hand.
-Ernie Moore Jr.
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