Teen Poetry #7 |
Ghetto cry |
Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
So many die, No wonder you see us cry, Only in ghetto, This destruction, When will we see the change? And end this pain, Give us the lessons, All we would gain, I ask for a second chance, For the ghetto sons, Who cry tonight, Down their cheeks tears run, If my life can feed a soul tonight, Give it wings and make it fly, Take me now – I am ready to die, I don’t know how to deal- My eyes bleeds, The misery and, suffering, Each drug deal Kill many unborn seeds, My mother is frustrated, And can’t take it no more, When will we get out ghetto? And find the shore, I need my own life, So I am asking for u to help, I pray to God, And ask for some wealth, So that I can collect the change, That so many get it- For free, How come I was missed? Blessed with this poverty, Its hard to stay strong, I feel this pain inside and ask, Why was I dealt this wrong? I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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~*BayBee*~ Member
since 2003-04-09
Posts 65In The Clouds... |
This was an awesome post! Great job! I know how it feels to live like this, but it will get better! Keep writing because this poem was GREAT! *Holly* |
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