Amidst all the wonders of the world The ghetto's fit directly in that place A place held down by oppression Scars visible through the spray painted murals laid I walk down the path to find dangers Druggies, homeless, and just everyday folks Just trying to get by this last month; it aint easy Standing in the public aid line; row by row Not a lot of strangers find their way here Even though this territory is defined and known They see my ghetto as a place of trash and disease They’ve got their opinions and each they’ve sewn If they saw the faces of the inhabitants and looked in deeper If they stayed long enough to see the beauty If you judged us too soon be fore you saw A flower grew from a ghetto's concrete freely
Reason for writing:
i want to write from a person living in the ghetto's perspective.. its fun
Birth sign: Virgo
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