A Place of Belonging

Everybody needs
a place to belong . . .

Where you are
more similar . . .
than dis . . .

I hang with
Poets in The Hood

They could rap,
but they don’t,
They could rock,
but they don’t.

They rhyme,
sublime,
They alliterate
and onomotopoea-ate

We look at life
through crystals
sparked by heart and soul

Ears pricked to
false steps
that need shouting down

Canaries in the coal mine
we’ve been called

But there are far worse things
than Poets
to have in your
neighborhood!
                                           -Marcia Myers