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Where is the fact from the ficition?

The fiction from the fact?

Does it matter if I exact, my P's and Q's?

Does it matter that?

Tomorrow I may tell you I love you

And then talk about that,

And how the weather decides to hate you

And me, now that's a fact!

Who cares if tongues that are free to silence

Talk violence?

And still use a chain for liberty!

Forsaking the homeground

The knownground

Where only roots spoil im morality

And the weed always grows

Under the seed of prosperity

And what is fact is fact

And to extract fiction

Is a matter of diction

Who cares if tomorrow

The mother smothers her lover?

Her child sways to the side of the road

Where the blind man crosses

Passes without looking

Turning a blind I to

Her stunted growth

When truth grows on trees

And fruit falls easily

And tomorrow she will tell you

She loved you

Before the root set in to trap

Before her heart was mortgaged to you, by a thread

At a price she could not pay

And After too much rain

Her grief will tell you

Too much hate

And how love is a beautiful rose

A full red thorn

On which too much blood is drawn

And how too many babies born alone

Die in cold alleyways

And fact is just as bad as fiction

The material is immaterial

Squalid leftovers

In overturned sacks of dispair

The rats crawl over the hungry

Without a care

As the beggar turns the wheel

To conceal the sign

Of the time

Stamped on the back of a dirty dime

Dollar for dollar

Pound for pound

And who knows where he will dine?

He rides home in the back of a silver mercedes

He carries a Homeless Sign!

'And I can only tell you, the auto-cue told me these things! '

Auto cue........aka yvette smith

poem by Yvette Smith
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