This is my childhood account
No disrespect intended

Where Ya' At

by Zamounde Allie

She walked down street
with one on the right
Anotha' on the left
One unda' each arm
Anotha in a strolla'
I am the oldest and I let go first
To learn to use my feet
Second to fill my momma's purse
But I cannot recall where I've been
In the darkest areas of the night
I was the treble and they were the clef
Playin' the same tired music
The one with my mothers charm
My siblings umbrella
My fathers curse
unveiled beneath the sheet
of life's oven
Exposed to very little light
And too much lust
Too many hands for theft
Too many pockets to disarm
Causes to fight
Heads to bust
It was I standin' on the left
Holdin' my momma's arm
But who pushed the strolla'
It should have been you
Seed planter
Belly fattener
One with keys
and yet treated like thieves
where are you
I'm tired of this
unwarranted job
The hand that turns the knob
11 yrs. old so I'm told
But in your place the others I had to scold
Just because I stood on the left
I was my momma's right hand man
It was I who pushed the strolla'
Second in command

Where Ya' At by Zamounde Allie

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