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by Erren Geraud Kelly

A
place i head back to
That
i’ll never belong to again
It’s growing
My family accepts, if not
Love me for what i am
The streets are always the
same
Summer heat makes
crepe myrtle
Trees
wilt
And gumbo tastes
good
With beer on a hot
night
I look on the parade
ground
For the
person
I used to
be
I wonder about shannon
sometimes,
I refuse to
believe she didn’t love me
Funny, i don’t take the
advice
I gave to my
mother
To “simply
let go”
I see my
barber
Though we
know
I don’t need him
anymore
The streets are
still the same
But not
me

Erren Geraud Kelly is a poet based in New York City by way of Louisiana. A graduate of Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge, he has been writing for 21 years and been published in Hiram Poetry Review, Mudfish and Poetry Magazine. Most recently, he was published in ” In Our Own Words,” a Generation X poetry anthology. “The themes in my writings vary,” says Kelly, “but I have always had a soft spot for subjects and people who are not in the mainstream. I never limit myself to anything, I always try to keep an open mind.”

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