Group Home Living (poem)


Leroy - Posted on 16 January 2011

Author: 
Leroy Moore Jr.

(Author's note: Yes KRS One used to live in a group home and in this song he mention it but he put himself there.  Its a different story when your parents put u there and you're Black, poor & disabled.)

Drive up

Like a drive thru

Car pack from door to door

 

It’s not college

It’s not Summer camp

No returning home

 

Fake presence

For your parents

Click clock door slam & lock

 

Welcome to group home living

Everything on a tight schedule

Some workers r repeated criminals

 

Paid below minimum wage

Straps & slaps to beat out clients’ rage

T.V. blasting all day

 

The smell of bleach & ammonia

Turns the walls yellow

Lungs full of flem

 

No he is not KRS One who once lived in a group home

Dreaming of being a rap star

If KRS one can do it then I ca ca ca

 

Time for your medicine

Determination gets foggy

Like the San Francisco’s sky

 

Traveling in packs

Can’t be alone for a minute

Second by second is recorded for your file

 

Evaluation day is here

Parents out of the blue appears

You  are in fear

 

Surrounded by adults

Who put you in here

Cards are stack nobody has your back

 

Years slip by

Passing down the tricks of the trade

No transitional stage

 

Kicked out because of your age

All those years and all of that money

One suitcase and no family

 

He is no Ted Williams

Story won’t be on youtube or radio

His hard times started at birth

 

Parents locked him up

Group home kicked him out

Police reported him for force treatment

 

No Hollywood ending

Got to put this in writing

Part 1 of group home living

 

By Leroy Moore

1/16/11

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