Antoine Dodson Poem:
I was gallivanting through the streets on a dark clear night,
a single streak of moonlight
led me to the lone tower in Lincoln Park.
I climbed the tangled grape vine
and sneaked through the bare window.
She was lying on the bed, fragile as a flower,
with skin as smooth as cinnamon butter,
I reached out to snatch her silk dark hair.
She struggled.
She shrieked, the shriek of a devil.
The du-raged homeboy dashed in,
his jagged scythe in hand,
ignorant of his waiting fame.
He swung his weapon to thin air,
and I ran for my life, leaving my signature behind.
The news crew rushed in,
The du-raged homeboy rapped his flamboyant warning,
hide your wives, hide your kids, hide your husbands.
He called me a dimwitted rapist,
But he forgets,
I’m the savior that moved his lone tower.
This poem needs a lot more work, it sounds mundane right now. But I thought I'll put it up for now and then work on revising it later.
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