A Poem by Erren Geraud Kelly
The houses are neat and spaced apart,
But love is a ghost, living in their hearts,
and some show signs you’re not welcomed here.
I walk around delivering Ikea catalogs;
a white woman looks at me like a turd, she
prefers that the houses are neat and spaced apart.
If you’re not one of them, beware
of those, who don’t look like you;
they’ll let you know, you’re not welcomed here.
More money, more problems, a world seldom seen;
They claim we matter, but we really don’t
and they like their houses neat and spaced apart.
The white folks get blacker, the black folks get whiter
as they’re cashing in on a dream deferred, that’s
telling them, you’re not welcomed here.
The mexicans keep the lawns neat,
a lexus rolls by playing a hip hop beat.
The houses are neat and spaced apart
and some want to prove they belong here.
ERREN GERAUD KELLY IS A PUSHCART NOMINATED POET BASED IN IOWA BY WAY OF CHICAGO, BY WAY OF LOUISIANA, BY WAY OF MAINE, BY WAY OF CALIFORNIA,BY WAY OF NEW YORK CITY, BY WAY OF VERMONT AND SO ON. HE HAS BEEN WRITING FOR 25 YEARS AND HAVE OVER 100 PUBLICATIONS IN PRINT AND ONLINE IN SUCH PUBLICATIONS AS HIRAM POETRY REVIEW, MUDFISH, POETRY MAGAZINE(ONLINE), CEREMONY, CACTUS HEART,SIMILAR PEAKS, GLOOM CUPBOARD, POETRY SALZBURG AND OTHERPUBLICATIONS