Sunday, January 27, 2013

Ghetto Dreams

Narrowed visions of the limitless heights of hope 
Dreams deferred not dashed or shattered like glass 
Head held high to the sky 
Feet always grounded never caught off guard 
 Dark clouds Dark Thoughts 
Altered by substances poisoning the community 
These hands Those hearts hardened by this cold existence 
His hands Her thighs Their minds killing the hopes of the future 
 The stench of failure and poverty reeks throughout the streets 
Hunger pains and dope fiends screams vibrate the streets like a sick beat 
Cries of the children young and old scatter the air with grief and unbearable pain 
A young man dead, A young woman raped harsh realities simmer in this mixing bowl of misery 
 Hopes Dreams fears ignored by the outside looking in 
The mindset of a hustler taught to struggle and fight the hard way 
A better life is shown in the gleam of a child's eye 
Reality worsens with the smell of death 
 Ghetto Dreams 

Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2008

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