robert taylor projects
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One More Game
From my eighth-floor windowI could hear hope bounce back and forthon concrete loitered with crack vials. Dirt-caked Nikes were like handsreaching for revolutionin the air. It didn’t get them out of the projects,but Jordan would have been proudthe way these boys balled. It kept their bodies distracted from the hungerof not eating for three days.Here,… Continue reading
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Break the Chain
Thought I saw her self-esteem in the carpet. Her back bearing the burden of bare floors and forks that scraped the bottom of clay plates Thought I saw pain on the side of her state of mind. Thought I saw her spirit cut low like the grass. Scattered pieces of forgetfulness floating fluently throughout her… Continue reading
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