The Graduate
Its graduation day, yes
I am not concerned about that man
Whats his name, the guest speaker
All I can think about is the rhythm and the beat
The s-o-u-n-d of the tweeter
B A L L N I G H T
And that girl is sweet on me
Right on time
I will be caressing that beautiful body
A l l N I G H T
What? Curfew? Be home by twelve?
Not midnight I hope!
It must be noon
Its graduation for pete sake
It means am grown and soon
I will be LONG g-o-n-e
From this home
poem by Ikhalfani Solan
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It’s called the inner city
On death row I ask what happen to me
This is not the way it was suppose be
So I drag my mind trying to recall
The life I had beyond these prison walls
I see
Thin walls no privacy
Big yard, living in close proximity
It’s called the inner city
It’s called the inner city
A city no one build for me
It’s called the inner city
Yes it has shaped my destiny
On death row I ask what happen to me
This is not the way it was suppose be
So I drag my mind trying to recall
The life I had beyond these prison walls
I see
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poem by Ikhalfani Solan
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