I Cry For My Streets Poem by elena winters
I Cry For My Streets
my life is so full of corruption
drugs money prostitution drowning my streets that i call home
home of all death with the motion of a bullet
piercing holes in hearts and minds of young soldiers
who fought for survival
women selling themselves for nothing more than a white pebble
on a flea infested mattress
look at baby girl watching in her corner as tears leave those
beady little eyes
i cry out to my streets that i call home
end this nightmare
crack fiends injecting poison into their veins
eyes rolling to the back of their head
then leaves them slumped over the arm of the chair
dead for days or weeks to come
i cry out to her streets that i call home
end this nightmare
i cry out to his streets that i call home
end this nightmare
i cry out to our streets that i called home
end this nightmare
i pray
Dear Breeze, it's very sorrowful what you describe in your street, is there any real compensation or depart from that sad situation are living in? I think we should call for whole change in minds and ways of leaving and the whole politico-economical system, where can we find that? Very sheer piece, honest from deep in heart.
The streets of unforgivin...........killing like a river that has no ends.Could our prays able to resolve the madness? God helps us all! Greta writes from you Breeze.
i think this poem is like amazing! i dont know what its like on the streets but now i have at least like an idea PEACE
WOW! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ...i was looking thro your poems and this...stuck out at me. I dont know the whole street life but i know of it. I know those guys addicted to crack..those girls who sell themselves..iv seen the bullets and the guns and the weed...i live near the street but just far enough i guess so that i am not in it..but this was amazing.
WOW I FEEL YOU BREEZE IS HARD THE STREETS TELL A MILLION STORIES BUT SADLY ONLY PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN THE GHETTO GET TO HEAR THESE STORIES U PAINTED A WELL PICTURE FILLED WITH HOPE AND TRAGEDY A 10 MY DEAR FRIEND...
This is a very powerful poem, Breeze. If you have not already done so, I hope you will read my poem, Mean Street. Regards Ron
Spoken like a true hero...i feel so sad, but that proves how good a writer you are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 9:06:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I think your poem was very attractive..but you try to write short...