Black Poetry : What You Know About A Ghetto Child?

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  1. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    What You Know About A Ghetto Child?


    What you know about a ghetto child, robbing,
    Sticking up a people call treason, I come in all colors, ghetto has no name,
    survival to stay alive?
    What you know about a Ghetto Child? Suffering out loud with a 40 ounce
    Born in corruption living in assisted death call denial
    Living in a ghetto where is the pride? Theirs no justice for the code I live,
    My son like me, mama-sniffing crack cocaine, lying on her back, without pride,
    Birthing abomination, if it’s a girl she will be like her, if it’s a boy 10 out of hundred he will live in a cage, bonded with the memories locked up in chains.
    A soul boned with Satan, no conscious are pride.

    Living by a world of darkness, and you look down on me, my brothers live by the code of the hood. Now tell me what you know about a ghetto child? Locked in a cage, under a system that is crook it as the laws they make, you talk about gang banging the life I live, what about the capitalist dysfunctions? the white collar codes of silence, my boys that stick up and kill, what the hell I am already dead within, crack cocaine, heroin, white powder, that my mama leaves upon her dresser, and my father who abandons the roots call father.
    What you know about a Ghetto Child? My sisters who wear there dress upon their *** thinking that this is the pleasures, I represent, when I call her bit—she says I disrespect the queen. I shall not live in denial, who the hell represent the black coalition? Sisters dropping babies like a dog in heat, sex before marriage, trying to hook me to family, they smells of rotten roots, assisted slavery death by roots.

    I robbed the system as they robed the cradle, I rob to stay alive, so who the hell, represent me, when I live through the darkness born in abomination, my inheritance from the crack addicted, hooked on a drug call addiction, as my people sit back and pull the rope that lynches my pride. Mama baby daddy maybe living a world of confusion, I took a ride with my brother, who stood before the gun, I tried to get enough money to pay my rent where I laid down, I live in the dungeon call capitalistic reforming, I watch my brother’s as he took a bullet, just trying to survive, I stand before the world as they labeled me a hood, and the tears of my brother he laid in the blood of survival, the only think I could remember a family member who passed on, I wear a tear upon my face, hoping one day I might change, always remembering the burning bullet laid in my partners chest.

    I rap about the addiction call suicide intentions, I scream it out loud that my elders will pay attention, nevertheless they label me a thug, I live by the code of the unjust.
    Mask that hides beyond the dark,
    screaming voices of souls without passion
    warriors beyond the ghettos
    of the dungeons painted shields faces of fright.
    Gangsters that wear the signs of tribes,
    hypnotic pictures without the frame.
    Delusions that are ripped and
    shattered until darkness of night
    the voices sings who am I

    Rags that hang upon there heads,
    leaches that sucks the blood of man
    wars un rehearse, the hearses come one by one.
    Mothers screaming tears are
    streaming battle cries upon the night.
    Gun shots ringing, the carousels
    no longer turns, doll babies are no longer loved
    replace with human life
    little red trucks have become stolen cars,
    the smell of gangue dust, pipes
    Of white dust.


    Burning buildings, roars of thunder, no where to hide,
    hear the screams of satins delights
    eyes of tears, shelters of scars.
    As the night the air silently disappear
    Silence like a rat upon the night,
    the smell of rotten flesh,
    that eats the heart of the child.

    Angels run and hide from the deserts of hell
    they wake upon the sun
    hoping to touch the soul
    Of the wondering child.

    Through the windows they
    smother the gentle of innocence
    until there is no more life.

    Genocide that creeps upon the doors
    Black birds of death sit and wait to suck
    there blood. Oh wear oh wear
    Is the light, no where to hide
    No where to run, murders
    That rhymes I have no faith.


    The reality of defeat think has
    Linked the generation of hate
    There is no foundation that is left behind.
    Symbolic images of unity
    Blocked by stupidity.
    The heads without bodies
    The feet without leadership
    The eyes without sight
    The heart without hope
    The history without legacy.
    A body without a soul.


    As the innocence hold on to the elder.
    The black birds sits upon there windows
    The angels that set before the
    Darkness of the night waiting for escape
    The heavenly father cries a tear to
    put out the flames.


    "Innocence cries out to God
    Take me father from the hell I dwell
    As the angels sit with children in clutches
    waiting for God to bring them out the dungeons of hell.

    Ministers dress up as satan
    Cocaine a sniff of deliverance.
    Crack the sacrament of satan
    As the vampires continue
    To leap at the incoherence of souls.



    Crypts that build there commentaries
    Bloods that bites the young
    Gangs of symbolic images
    As they wave the flag red, black, and green
    Criminals on patrol
    Capitalistic dysfunctions
    Cages that cling to the minds of the young.
    Bureaucracy that kill there young.

    Mothers that cripple up cemented wombs
    that don’t give birth
    Abortions that kills the life
    Of the young.
    Love that no longer lives
    within the instructions
    that are mounted within the stone.

    Thunder upon the skies
    Oh thy God Gun shot rings
    out loud, War zones without light
    Prisons of innocence of life.
    Trails of babies that sit upon
    the light, mother less, father less
    no longer in sight, children of
    the dark that sings there own song.
    Captivity of parents arrested by the young
    Sentence to death, Justice stands
    The child begin to scream a reminder
    to the womb and seed
    Without your guidance I have
    signed the treaty with satan
    Now you shall feel the sins
    of my pain.
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    feeling the depth of this awesome scribe
    and the sin of pain flow head on sista
     
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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    thank you brother rich
     
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    UR MY NEW FAVORITE POET!!!THIS WAS GOOD...!UR DEEP MA,UR DEEP.....IMA A KEEP MY EYES POSTED...
     
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    **** that was really deep, got me all emotional.
    nice
     
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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    I am honored thank you
     
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    A POWERFUL argument!
     
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    wow (speechless)

    i must honestly say that this has to be one of the best poems i have ever read. this scribe was so deep that i could feel the chill run down my back. i wish you the best of luck with your writing and i hope to read more of your scribes. stay talented and do what you do!!!!
     
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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    thank you my poetic brothers and sisters, guttapoemfrny thank you
     
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    D**N!!
    That's the s**t!!
    Girl that was fire.
    I feel u on that.
     
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