Black Poetry : Bushwick Ave

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  1. Defiantson

    Defiantson Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Bushwick Ave

    Laying there
    Gasping for air
    Muffled voice
    Screaming for help

    Cries falling on death ears
    Seeing it happen
    How that bullet
    Pierced into his flesh

    Smelling his living corps
    Being burned by iron and blood
    Realizing that bullets
    Don’t have names

    13 now in a wheel chair
    Paralyzed neck down
    He did not have a choice
    He was made that way

    Who would have thought
    Bullets would be flying
    People ducking every where
    As he walked out the front door

    A mother’s nightmare
    Seeing her child
    Lying in this Brooklyn street
    Never to walk again

    His name unknown
    Like so many other
    Never making
    Newspaper reviews

    Another kid
    Project bound
    Living in hostility
    Never to be the same again

    Neighborhoods
    Once felt like home
    Now a war zone
    Torn by violence

    Bushwick
    How you changed
    Handicapping innocents without warning
    Became a past time

    Remembering times of joy
    Where hop scotch
    Jump Rope
    Was played

    Now a place
    Where gun shot rings
    Drive by's
    Found a home with funerals

    Brooklyn I miss you
    Bring joy back to life
    Like you had
    Once upon a time

    Now junkies
    Stand on corners
    Like zombies
    Out of movies

    How decades
    Have changed you
    Children not being safe
    Any more

    Drug deals
    Standing in front of
    Bodegas
    Where children buy candy

    Being tempted
    By marijuana
    Crack
    Heroin

    Pure pressure
    Beats them down
    Like being in a ring
    With Mike Tyson

    Being bruised by
    Ill images on street corners
    Their futures
    Become diminished

    Growing up in Brooklyn
    Is not easy
    Where ghettoized philosophies
    Become everyday existence

    When will we
    Make that change
    For our
    Children

    Giving them
    Know how
    Strength
    Love

    For they are our future
    Living in war zones
    So it hurts me
    To see

    Brooklyn Streets
    Ain’t the same no more….
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    bizzzzzzammmm!!!
    now dats what i'm talking bout just aint da same no mo !
     
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    Poetrymama Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    re:Bushwich Ave

    This is a sad but true poem of cities all over the world. our babies are not
    safe anymore. The drugs , gangs and killings have placed fear where there
    was once none. Excellent write.
     
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    Defiantson Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Thanks for the love the both of you... But sittin behind computer screens doesn't help either and communities don't want to change because they fear change.
     
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    abstract219 ...standing on the shoulders of giants MEMBER

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    ****, they sure aint....defiant.

    this is a sad, tragic but well-worded write. I feel your passion for the subject in every stanza. You dripped pure emotion in this one...

    a phenomenal write...i'll keep reading.
     
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    Defiantson Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Thanks for the comment...

    Support Poetry

    Mannie
     
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    :read: I love it :read: :D Was the BUSHwick a play on words for the US President (cause he aint mine) or was that a lovely coincidence! I myself am guilty of being way too wordy so I love to read a good piece done poignantly & powerfully. bravo my brotha :)
     
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    Oh don't I Know this well, Eldert Street, blessings be upon your house, living in the hood of hell.