rico avila Poems

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Tough Streets Of Chicago

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.

Do Not Stand At My Grave

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.

Call It A Poem

Just read a poem,
read line by line.
seemed more like a story,
with no reason or rhyme.

Dance Of War

Our hearts are beating quickly,
our breaths are long and rough.
Sweat in our eyes blinds us,
as we continue to huff and puff.


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.

Jefferson Park

Jefferson Park,
is where I used to play.
Baseball and basketball,
all hours of the day.

Walking Eddie

He walked all neighborhoods,
all he did was roam.
He seemed to be homeless,
but he did have a home.

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