The Hood Poem by Jamelia Lane

Living in the streets all her life
Watching her father beat his wife
Who was her mother
They were all she had since she had lost her brother
Mother a crackhead
Slept on the floor, no bed
School is where she was safe
Because home was what she really hate
Typical poor black child
The block as not hot but mild
With rapist, robbers.bums
Running because a victim she was already one
Within the household and this was quiet no one told
Mama Was Passed out hours at a time
Could believe this monster was a father of mine
Minutes passed slowly feeling like hours
Feeling so dirty I'd live in the shower
Comfortable spots hurting killing me
So lay on my back Afriad to Ever Lay On My Stomach Again
Life In the ghetto
Open Your eyes or you'll never know...
In The Hood Life Int Always Good
Love'Milly