"THE STREETS OF EAST SAN JO"
Poem by JESSE JBOZZ STONE

***AFTER HAVING A CONVERSATION WITH MY GOOD FRIEND, HECTOR GONZALEZ [HEGOTISTIC], I WAS INSPIRED TO WRITE THIS PIECE, WHICH I DEDICATE TO HIM.

EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD
COLD
FREEZING
NOWHERE TO GO
NO DESTINATION
JUST KEEP WALKING

NO CAR
NO SHELTER
NO CASH
NO FOOD
NO PLACE TO REST MY HEAD
NOW I KNOW
WHO MY REAL FAMILY
AND FRIENDS
ARE

I'M LOST IN A SOCIETY
THAT DOESN'T WANT ME
BORN INTO A WORLD
OF FALSE HOPES

ALL THE WHILE
MY SKIN GETS COLDER
THE COLD WIND
PIERCES THROUGH ME
I HAVE NOWHERE
TO GO

THE DOOR HAS BEEN LOCKED
I HAVE BEEN FORGOTTEN
I GUESS IT'S TIME
TO FIND
MY INDEPENDENCE

AWAY FROM ALL THIS BULLS**T
ON THE STREETS
OF EAST SAN JO

ANGER
RAGE
CONFUSION
BETRAYAL
HURT
SADNESS
THOSE PEOPLE ARE GOOD
FOR NOTHIN'
SH*TTY ASS FAMILY
BLOOD MEANS NOTHING
WHAT A JOKE

ALL THE WHILE
MY SKIN GETS COLDER
AS I WALK THROUGH
THE FREEWAY
NOWHERE TO GO
NO DESTINATION

BUT FEAR NOT
I WILL RISE
RISE ABOVE THIS
AND WHEN I DO
I WILL NEVER FORGET
HOW YOU PUSHED ME
DOWN THE STAIRS
HUMILIATED ME
MY SPIRIT WILL HAUNT YOU
'TIL IT CONSUMES YOU
WITH GUILT

I HEARD SOMEONE SAY
FORGIVE
AND
FORGET

I SAY
F*CK THAT SH*T
I WILL NOT FORGET
AND
I WILL
HOLD
A GRUDGE

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