On My Way Out
by Nixlot E. Dameus

Philadelphia
More talents than crime
but it’s all being wasted
like gas
leaking in a Ford truck

Philadelphia
A pit bull
Misunderstood
like a baby’s babble

If only I was raised with a bottle in my mouth
but I ain’t got another choice

I’m hungry for food
Not  the type of food you get from Papa Nicks
or China Kitchen
Not the type of food you get from the Papy store

But the food that I  hunger for
is success

Because I’m talent

not crime.