Hood Gypsy: White Males Turning Tricks

Not satire but habitual humanity has the red cross crucified,
Fixtures performing pleasantries,
Condemning honesty in spite of historical precedence,
Love combined with hood struggles,

Found her on the Southside,
Crime had us speeding through stop signs,
Imperfectly perfect hips,
Sly smile with a pair of converse,
Brown skin,
Relentless pursuit of happiness,
Sweetheart can you give me a ride?
She asked…

Turning the radio dial,
Fully aware of mile signs,
Eyes glancing between her thighs and the gas gage,
Not sure whether to say thank you or pledge allegiance,
Wishing the driver wasn’t expecting,
When she was interested in giving…

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