Eric Pryor

Leavin’ the hood

“Loan me a bag of  funk

and I’ll pay you back next week,”

I heard

some sobbing near the funeral parlor

right across the street

from

The fifth liquor store on the block

where d-boys post and wait, four

to five cop cars out on patrol - really

helpin’ push the weight. The

scent of “purple” and coronas, brewing

In the midst as

baby mommas’ pregnant asses

walkin’ all their kids, screamin’

sirens comin’ on cue, promptly

clearin’ out the block, cuz

White folks scared to drive through here

for fear of gettin’ shot, it’s

not all bad, it’s hopes and dreams

manifested by what we’re given, some

of us will make it out of here

The rest will stay imprisoned.