Sassy
Sassy sixteen, but never sweet, Emerald Green eyes, with the stare of the street. Slayer of the dollar with no mercy…
Ready to devour you with crocodile tears and Dreams of the street Her mom’s a crack, dope head master schemes Leader
Pop’s a dope fiend, 2 fingers cut off at the Joint stealer
needles an Blood their 4 course meal obstacle?
to feed on the living and stay asleep,
awake
An walk the tightrope of incarceration over and over again
Only the night shadows know the real game
Fending of f Pain petting and bowing down to its graces
Pain!
Just not to remember the past war of poverty
beatings and war of the races..
Now the only blood they can handle is blood left in the their syringes.
Not Civil Rights streets.
And the children of the Future just sample old music
Blunt to the Beat of the Burning Fire of Past
Revolutionary’s.
Carmen Colon know as ‘’Sassy’’
Born on a Hot Rooftop Night in Spanish Harlem
on Cardboard bed and a Tar Beach
Far From PuertoRico from Indian Spanish ancestors Cultural Reach
Her First Breath
Spanish was taken from her
The second
to wait for food stamps to feed her crying need.
The Hustle began as a Baby
No time to Learn of Culture
just Hustle
Survival
The Drug Legacy Passed From Generation to Generation
With a few extra added chemical emancipations
Technology with its computerized advancements
Steppin backwards with affirmative actions.
Sassy sixteen, but never sweet, Emerald Green eyes, with the stare of the street. Slayer of men an the dollar with no mercy
Dropped out of H.S.
Keep sayin she’d get her G.E.D.
Boy friend Died of an O.D.
They she was diagnosed with H.I.V
Past anger
Past Treachery
Pops died shot in the face
like a True Ghetto Soldier
‘’Don’t end up like me Sassy’’
was the Last thing he told her.
moms disappeared one day never to be seen.
Sassy sixteen, but never sweet,
Emerald Green eyes, with the stare of the street. Slayer of the dollar with no mercy
Green eyes Bitter,
Mean, she passed H.I.V to everyman she could see,
Knocking them down Harder than Mohammad Ali.
Injected her blood in her sleeping boyfriends
When she was ready to Quit them
Sold her blood in Vials like a Hitman.
Became Serpents Eyes, no street game she didn’t Know.
Selling Drugs
Playin the Hoe
Stick ups
Set-Ups
‘’Hanging Paper’’
kicking in a door
Took her medication
Even Prettier than Before
Pretty in Pink
Pretty in Poverty
Passing H.I.V
was how she got her revenge being born Pretty in Poverty
No Opportunities
A Lost Culture
Moms an pops may have found Love in the Heart of the city
But Sassy Eyes are Blinded by the Street Life an big Money
She disappeared one night
Some say she knew to much about drug operations
Dirty Cop Complications
Some say she got greedy
Or deaded for passing
HIV...
But sometimes
Late at Night
look closely and you’ll see
a shadow
with a push cart in tow..
and tattered clothes
light a Candle Under the Manhattan Bridge
for sassy and the People who died of HIV.
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