Different Places, Different Spaces

By Diajay Carter

 

I walked down Biddle street

and passed some dirty row houses.

I looked at my homie and said

do you smell that?

Davon said

that smell like sweets.

We walked toward the smell,

turns out it was a party.

It smelled so good in there like

food, candy, cola and everything else.

 

Then I passed my neighbor’s house

and you could tell the steps were getting old.

People came out that house

looking dirty and asking for money.

 

There’s a beautiful town called Miami

it’s clean and everybody’s quiet and they

give people their   s  p  a  c  e.

It smells rich and feels like

you in a special place.

 

But there’s one town I hate in Virginia

I met a lot of racist people down there

doing sneaky stuff around black people

they be giving you looks

ButTheyDon’tGiveYouSpace.