Siah and i met this sweet soul outside of 7-11. i wanted to share his story...
I always asked my mother why i have such a crazy name. why not Jeffery? Sam?
She told me to shut up.
I've lived in Philadelphia for a long time.
North Philly, Kensington, Washington Square Park.
Just got back some years ago from Ohio--in the hospital.
Look at my wrists.
different color bracelets,
needle pocks there, there, there...
My arms are weak.
My body is weak.
My story?
why are you listenin to my lips, to my past?
I dont mean nothing.
hmph...cops makn me move there, go there..
Get out of the way! they say.
I dont mean nothing.
Its cold.
Someone stole my jacket when i was sleeping on the bench of Walnut & 8th
Im not worried,
but its getn cold.
Thank you for this treat.
got no teeth from all that sugar i ate.
but thank you.
Im gonna be honest,
I'm tired.
Tired of all this.
i have lived.
all i know is to keep my eyes toward God.
I am tired...
of all this.
I have lived.
Can you send some prayers my way?
pray for me.
october 25 2008
I didnt want to let go of his hand. his beautiful hand. bloodshot honest eyes. i had a lot to learn from him. .....Rocco Berry. a beautiful brother.
