We were all poor and didn't know it. We all lived in the hood. We all ate beans and cornbread and went to church on Sunday. We all had floor model televisions and hung our clothes on the line. We all had to be home before the street lights came on and we all wore hammy (hand me downs--for the northerners)downs.
We all had a place to belong. We all knew every ones name--even the crazy man-woman who lived in the shanty. We all played jacks and jumped rope. We all made mud pies and ate honey suckles from the bushes. We all climbed the trees.
We all roamed and went trick or treat. We all lived in houses with plastic on the windows to keep in the heat and plugged them in with box fans to let it escape. We all had grandmas and papas that lived around the corner.
We all married, went to school, joined the Army and moved away. Now we all go back and cry over the shacks we left behind and the streets once filled with laughter.
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