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Ghetto
Contributed by
Tasha20
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Monday, 9th October 2006 @ 10:16:42 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Sick separation of unwanted souls
Tears of the unknown deaths
But still your heart stays cold
Preparation of meals
And teaching kids how not to steal
Even if it kills
Dark rooms
With shinny objects
That shouldnt be touched
Sluggish feeling
From the night before
Because you had to be in so much rush
Things are said
But know one hears the cries
Baby being born
But not fed
But we still lay there
Stiff as a board
Cause theres nothing to do
Moms tell you to go to school
Be all you can be
But you ask yourself why
When you can make a quick dollar hustling on the streets
Even though with a consequence you really dont care
Cause all that money you making going to keep you well fed
You see the stylist cars
The biggest and best of everything
But on the flip side that same ***** you doing
Is making the streets even worse
Cause you hustling making ***** work
But then theres the once pretty lady
Lurking up and down the street
When you give a quick look
You notice that was the same lady
Who told you to go to school?
And be all you can be
But this is the is the consequence
When the one place you call home
In the ghetto
Copyright ©
Tasha20
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2006-10-09 10:16:42]
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Re: Ghetto
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by darkangeleyes57 on
Thursday, 19th October 2006 @ 08:53:09 AM AEST
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This was a very blunt poem.. You had came out and said what you had to say and it worked.. This was a good poem..
Take care
christina |
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