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PoetAtHeart13
Junior Member

since 2006-08-11

Posts 24
Maryland

0 posted 2006-08-14 02:04 PM

Sunday, August 13, 2006:

The streets grasps at our throats,
like a snake.
Mad and hungry.
Seeking revenge.
Till I reach the point
of my avenge.
In result to
singe the feathers of the eagle.

Guns fit
and feel so good
in he palm of our hands.
Side stands
robbed.
And we wonder why
kids, adults, teens,
men, women,
& dreams
die.

And our school systems
educate no one
and teach nothing.
But more abuse
from the teasing.
So tell me...
What's the use.

And they wonder why
young African-Americans in Middle School
have a GPA
of 2.5.
yeah, it's sad,
but our community does nothing.
But laugh in the faces
of the youth.
As the government
becomes richer..
And our society becomes poor.
I write this poem in the pen of a youth.
And me unafraid,
I'll speak the truth.

Around four blocks .
Kids, knowing nothing,
causing trouble.
Throwin' rocks.
Stones, to break windows,
instead of slingin' them Amethyst Rocks
of culture.
And a way to express.
Look at him,
struggled through the game of
Life.
Smacked in the face with success.
And guess what,
it felt good.

The point:
Our society,
taught nothing.
Exploring the ring.
Pressed and touched around her finger,
instead of fire.
Mixing up the green, yellow, and red wire.
Plus black...
The four colors of the universe.

Slappin' hands
like it's really just friendly.
Sayin' hey.
But you got
three hundred-dollar bills
and the other
got a kilo.
Tellin' their lil bro,
that it's the way to live.
A lifestyle.
The game of a man.
Just collect that doe.

Runnin' the streets,
late at night.
What's left,
but a curfew
for people under eighteen.
Duckin' low.
Scared to be seen.
Dodgin' to the side,
into alley's,
scurrying to hide.

Boys, down for life,
ridin' 'till the day they die.
Homie got your back.
Summertime, runnin' from the police.
Gang fight.
He done left you behind.
Dressed in black.
Hard to be seen in the woods,
yet bright
in the city light.
Fluorescent orange.

And I stand up
here preachin'
because I've learned to speak up
and not be afraid to be understood.
'Cause we best the streets.
We beat the hood.

****Let me know what you think****

--------------------
Clarissa S.
Poet At Heart
Can you flow like that?
www.myspace.com/PoetAtHeart93

Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

1 posted 2006-08-14 02:12 PM

I like your open honesty, and that you don't hold your tongue.
You are a powerful voice, a reality checkpoint so many prefer not to acknowledge.
Kudos to you.

riaz
New Member

since 2006-08-14

Posts 6

2 posted 2006-08-14 02:37 PM

Very powerful and vivid stuff...creates images in my head instantly...may be if it were made into a biographical poem, this piece would blend in wonderfully...I hope u produce more quality sruff like this in the future. I think this piece tells a lot, but its something i've constantly heard before...

PoetAtHeart13
Junior Member

since 2006-08-11

Posts 24
Maryland

3 posted 2006-08-14 04:37 PM

Much luv and respect to both of you. Thank you so much.

Peace,
Rissa*

latearrival
Member Ascendant

since 2003-03-21

Posts 5499
Florida

4 posted 2006-08-16 03:40 AM

Rissa, good work.You have a destiny to help make the changes. More power to you. martyjo

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