Hood Poem by Jaycee Wilkerson

Hood



The dangerous streets of North philly
Outsiders would call it North filthy
But growing up in the hood teaches you not to judge
With rough life styles it also teaches you not to budge in situations
In the hood you have good memories and bad
You have good times and sad times
You have your days, but if not careful, it can be your last day
Thats the price we pay living on the hood side
life is funny like that
Its funny how we take the little things for granted
But coming from the hood allows you to do alot of things but panic
Pressure is something you deal with daily
Ready for anything would be the proper term
Or atleast ready for the world
Surviving in North Philly makes you ready for survival anywhere

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