Poem: No Place to Go

My take on the kid dealing drugs on a wintry Chicago corner.

No Place to Go

Why would he do it?
This madness,
standing in the cold and heat,
dealing other people’s dreams
A life at immediate risk
kept or taken daily

The answer may lie easy
as the slouch of manliness
in this boy
Or as uneasy as the eyes
flirting down side streets,
peeling walls and cars and faces

This madness is uncommon skill
A rising of cream, the scholarship of streets,
A will to live and love, to die
a notch above the rest
Honor the courage,
with no place else to go
Poetry Collection: Broken Pieces
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman's
poetry collection
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