Many Names
not afraid but brave
I shared a dictionary or two
as the only present is the past
of a world or two words
scar face or ice they used my shower
with street names and a mattress
if only they will look to find the answer
of their search in the page of history
my students not little tot tatter
but ladies of the night
and if you ask me in plain daylight
nothing to hide
don't get me wrong I was scam
cameras disappearing on regular
as an artist on thirteen street
I made my choice
to make sure the epidemic
will not leave them in the streets
to spread the unknown
of washed eyes of doom
twas call the east village
Copyright © Catherine Labeau | Year Posted 2015
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