Mama's House
Graffiti and jailed windows
Keeping you safe and keeping you out at the same time
The heat of a hot sun blaring on your back
Cracked sidewalks
Red doors painted with blood
My Brothers disappear
one by one
My windows are closed
Mama's windows are closed
Baby doesn't have a window yet
Staring into oblivion
Down a BLACK corridor
Paintings of strange man on my house
Here is Cuba
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