My Hustler

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    My Hustler

    That's my man and I am his woman. When he is gone he knows I
    here waiting patiently. Anticipating. I know that he has to hustle, he can not stay in one place. He learned to fight to survive. That's how he manage to stay alive. When I let the night settle in, I get to see my baby again. The world is waiting. He doesn't have to waste, he needs to work. There's never a delay. He gets up and starts his day. It's time for him to hustle. Trying to keep things together. Working all day, finding a new way to hustle. In the back of my mind I know that he'll be back soon.I know that he has a lot to do. Ain't no compromising when it comes to him and his hustle. That's the only thing that gets my baby through the day. He hasn't stopped yet.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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