I cried and thanked God today as I passed by the

No, it’s not the corner…
where drug deals are made
where prostitutes ply their trade
where alcoholics relive better days
where undercover cops look the other way
where children can no longer play

Nor is it the corner…
where the bus driver dropped off his fare
where newsboys keep the world aware

But, it’s the corner…
where my so-called “soul mate” decided that beating me
was his “by any
means necessary”

where, among the wealthy high-rises,
while many were laughing, living life to the fullest,
I was cowering, trying to find my
piece (peace) of the corner.

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  1. Beautiful work of art. Fingers snap as Nina Simone’s “Black Bird” play softly in the background.

    1. Oh that’s so nice. I’m just reading this. Elaine Hegwood Bowen. Love Nina, too.

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