rico avila Poems

Tough streets of Chicago, you made me who I am.
Tough streets of Chicago, for me you had a plan.
You forced me to observe, what kids my age did not.
You taught me to look and see, always looking for a plot.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
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Just read a poem,
read line by line.
seemed more like a story,
with no reason or rhyme.
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Our hearts are beating quickly,
our breaths are long and rough.
Sweat in our eyes blinds us,
as we continue to huff and puff.
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Many poems that I read, read badly toward pride,
but as for me, I must adimt, I'm on prides side.
I'm proud of all I am, and proud of all I do,
If you wore this uniform, you would be proud too.
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Jefferson Park,
is where I used to play.
Baseball and basketball,
all hours of the day.
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He walked all neighborhoods,
all he did was roam.
He seemed to be homeless,
but he did have a home.
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