Economics prof taught at TSU for 30 + Years
Prison Poem
Phillip Pyle II
When you think of Third Ward what comes to mind?
The current neglected community or ancestors from a forgotten time. What would Jack Yates have to say about the high school with his name The graduation rate alone would make him go insane. Good thing for him, he is long gone from this place Walking down Live Oak his spirit leaves its trace Blessing those that wish to return the Trey to what it once stood for A proud place where dreams could soar, where friends opened banks, and people never settled they demanded for more. I sound like a negro in prison that is writing my first poem, but i am free in Third Ward or am I?
For Houston Schools, College Claims Exceed Reality
Oh My God
Phillip Pyle II
A women waits for the 42, her child has to pee, he choses the side of the church.
Oh my God
Oh my God...Busta Rhymes voice
Man stabbed in park, his pockets are searched, the change in his pocket purchases a sweet, the remains lay where his body once was
Oh my God
Oh my God...Busta Rhymes voice
The library is closed.
Oh my God
Oh my God...Busta Rhymes voice.
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