the
social commentary
from elders to
welders
unionized
local 304
to mother
asking me to
lock the door
on my way out
and minimize
the noise when
i stay out
and slide in
appreciation
for the pen
and pad
to try maintain
just a little bit
for the guerilla-issue
one-piece khakis
securing me
while i reference
history
amongst stacks
the facts
the fiction
the flow
the diction
the architect
the struggle
the hustle
im slowly learning
what it means to me...
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