Black Poetry : My Hood

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  1. $$BEAUTY$$

    $$BEAUTY$$ Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Incapable of hearing my peoples cry
    To wrap up in my own self failure.
    Do you not notice I do cry.
    I do breathe unclean air.
    Debris like tattered birds
    Streets full of cracks
    And smack heads look for smack.
    Clothes hang out my window.
    Trying to dry for work.
    Getting paid minimum wage.
    My fridge is too bare.
    My cabinets off the hinge
    And the rent was due a week ago.
    Sirens in the distance.
    A mother’s cry
    Her baby was playing in the street
    Rod just got out the pen.
    Hopscotch 1…2..3
    Double dutchin to heaven.
    “hey man you gotta dolla”
    All I got is lent.
    But its what I call home.
    Its where I been
    Though its far from heaven.
    Some call it the bad side
    I call it my hood.
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    word up poetess
     
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    choclatangel Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    flo on poet, this is the reality for a lot of us.
     
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    $$BEAUTY$$ Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    thank you all choclatangel it is girl, but you know what "change gone come"
     
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