Poems by Bobby Weekfall

GORDON DAVIS, A FRIEND

Gordon Davis was a good friend to me. He was my eyes. He was like a father to me. I didn’t see it coming. Outside of my family, he was the closest person to me to leave. I didn’t want to accept the fact that he’s gone. Why did you leave me? I guess I’ll accept the fact that he’s gone. He’s gone and I’ll accept the fact that he’s in a better place than me. Be cool. You don’t have to suffer no more.

Bobby Weekfall

BIG APPLE KNOWLEDGE

New York is a beautiful city. It is where cars are flying, people are dying. Robbing, stealing, drug dealing. Sex, crack, a landmark for corruption. Law enforcement killing kids with no weapons and beating it in. It is not justice. It works because they have unity after they divided ours. Even the kids suffer because they have to pass a third grade test in order to go to fourth grade. I guess their way of thinking is, “We need the room. Get out!” Every culture is here. But if you can’t pay, leave.

Bobby Weekfall