Adaptation (A poem about city apartment life)
Not sure when I wrote this but I found it in my phone last night. So…
My next door neighbor got roaches so I got roaches
And rat traps because rats gotta be around the corner
The man upstairs gotta leak
Every time he take a leak
I get the pot ready for the drip
My kitchen smells like piss now
And burnt hair tobacco God knows what else and I don’t know
how them folks downstairs
ain’t burnt this damn saltine palace down yet
I used to bang on the walls
tap the ceilin with a broom handle and stomp with my boots on
Now I just turn the music up
And pay rent late
i am jason reynolds 