Ghetto Poem by Laura Cummings

Ghetto

Rating: 5.0


Being brought up in the ghetto
Washington DC
seeing murder on the streets,
people walking by,
registering no surprise.
Looking out your window and feeling like you could just be watching the news.

People doing drugs in full view
track marks displayed as a sign of strength.
Mothers sitting on needles,
waiting for their kids to come home.
Being told im spechial
worshiped like the hot desert sands worship the rain.
Being bullied for my name and race,
tar poured in my hair
clothes set on fire.
A useless father who amounts to nothing,
drinks himself stupid
throws himself down the stairs,
breaks his neck.
Mother grows insane
forgets why she loves me,
tries to poison my mind.
Being bought up in the ghetto
Washington DC,
how can i amount to anything
if this is the life handed out to me?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

my life is the same way i stayed in the projects for 5 years and the only reason we moved out was because my sister got pregnant by a gangster

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Gaia Moore 20 September 2005

WOW! Have you read anything by Virginia Andrews? Perhaps the Flowers in the Attic series or Rain? This has a familiar ring to it, i like it.

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