To think my welcome has worn out <br />In the only place I have called home: <br />The police told me that I must go about <br />From the one city in which I had grown. <br /> <br />Listen here, I was born here, <br />Raised not too far down the street; <br />Liberty City in my heart, so it’s no fear <br />Pumping blood of triumph, never defeat; <br />My eyes filled with hope and pride, <br />When I noticed heritage and wealth; <br />This city is home beyond any to reside <br />As I fight for liberty everywhere else. <br /> <br />To think my welcome has worn out <br />In the only place I have called home: <br />The police told me that I must go about <br />From the one city in which I had grown. <br /> <br />I was born a few years back at Northshore, <br />To two newlyweds struggling on a daily basis; <br />Both were striving in the city to provide more <br />For the children brought in a world so racist; <br />Now, the police always harassed me as a kid <br />But I am a veteran now and educated too <br />And I spend a vacation here then get arrested, <br />The police tried Jim Crow without rights to view. <br /> <br />To think my welcome has worn out <br />In the only place I have called home: <br />The police told me that I must go about <br />From the one city in which I had grown. <br /> <br />I don’t drink, <br />I don’t get high, <br />So I think <br />It had to be what I drive. <br /> <br />I don’t traffic, <br />I don’t solicit, <br />So very tragic, <br />Police abhor me for a visit. <br /> <br />Stupid how things never changed, <br />Even I did for my son and nation, <br />But the police always know my name, <br />No matter what goo I do I am a situation. <br /> <br />My welcome was gone, <br />The moment I arrived home.<br /><br />Lamar Ingraham, Sr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/welcome-worn-out/
