Nothing is more dramatic and dangerous than a man with no hope along with the forever rising crisis of his family and community.
One should admire the effort to overcome all obstacles.
How the invisible clock of a people no longer ticks nor does it spell the time.
When the sanctuary of life and ignorance became a floating house of cards and a priceless neighborhood filled with bodily fluids of the unknown.
The sad reality of the unseen and the unstoppable wind behind a breeze of stench that made it hard for people to breathe and forget.
To become numb and to question all things…
Harlem,
Heaven is at the foot of Mother…
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Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts 
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