ronald stroman

Rookie - 399 Points (03/14/56 / philadelphia, pa)

Rock-Head (Just Desserts For A Bully) - Poem by ronald stroman

when hard head Rock-Head died:

nobody cried at his funeral,

not even his Mother.

when he was a little black boy,

he started real early

scarin' children,

and botherin' old people

in the neighborhood.

now that Rock-Head

is no longer around sellin' drugs,

only lets the neighbors know

that there's just one less drug dealer

in the hood to contend with,

and they're so glad...

it was 'Rock-Head':

‘cause he liked to kick dogs too.

when hard head Rock-Head died:

the neighbors celebrated,

threw a "fourth of July" block party-

and it was "December."

nobody seems to know

who killed hard head Rock-Head,

with a bullet to the head,

when so many dreamed /thought/ about doin' it,

‘cause he was "ugly" towards a lot of people.

when hard head Rock-Head died:

at twenty-five,

nobody really cared who did it

but was soooo glad it was done.


especially... some of the old people,

"unafraid" now,

to walk to the corner

Korean Grocery-slash-Liquor Store,

with their dogs,

saw his demise:

as an act of... community service.

Topic(s) of this poem: art

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 25, 2014

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