Ghetto Poem by david gerardino
Ghetto
this ghetto got its own moon, its own temtation, its own set of rules, this ghetto got its own pregent night, and brokeness, and drugs that bite, this ghetto got its own blood and guns, and a moon with shiny black shoes, and the moon, and the moon, turns to glass.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
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