curfews.

For those who don't know, I currently live in a Shelter in Brooklyn, As Summer approaches I miss the freedom of having my own apartment, As a homeless man I must abide by a curfew for free room and board in this city (& also a whole heap of other bullshit) So in my angst I wrote this poem to capture these feelings I have in 2011, Cant wait to look back at this poem while I'm sitting on a Lazy Boy back in my own apartment again....

Curfews
By: Divine Giray

Q: What kind of grown woman or man has a curfew?
A: A grown woman or man who desires affordable housing in New York City so they can have there peace of the pie too
or a grown woman or man that resides in DHS Department of Homeless Services City Shelters throughout the 5 borough's and they gotta be back by 10 pm depending on there program or program there in or if they case worker gave them a late pass or they just got it like that to leave and not worry bout there curfew.
We dream of our housing which has now become a needle in a haystack as we live in a city of overpriced town homes, brownstones, & renovated project houses the boogee imports financially deport us out of the ghettos gentrifying our hoods into hipster and yuppie neigborlands a sad bland pleasantville stamping out cookie cutter gap abercrombie people with a 1950s monotony with a 2020 Swag. And Ill be glad when I get out this place so I can sit back on my sealy bed in storage, welfare pays for, and Lay on my pillow top writing poetry in a 1 bedroom apartment subsidized dream in the sky!