Born In The Ghetto Poem

Some that I wrote earlier in the year when I heard about the death of my classmate , This is more of a speech than a poem but Read and Enjoy :) and feed back PS this is not a racist poem at all

Blinded by the eyes of the concrete walls 

Trapped! 

Claustrophobia!

Walking down the cold hard streets , that have taken so many of our close friends and families 

but yet we treasure our surrounding like prize jewels from an Amazon Goddess 

So much that when souls step in to our circle , we square up with clutched fist of fury and artillery that only comes with verbal instruction leaflet and pressure from our fellow peers "Shoot that N***a , Kill Him" 

WHY!  

Even white people join in to find there inner "n***a" 

A word which was previously used to segregate , hate and discriminate , 

is now being used to join races in segregation , hate and discrimination

WHY ARE WE TAKING 3 STEPS FORWARD AND 4 STEPS BACK!

The cries of why from the families of the lifeless body

Never spark a thought of remorse in the mind of the Killers and Drug Dealers

and the tears from the victim's families 

don't Provoke a smart reaction in minds of "Real N****s"

Just more Needless Violence and Loss of life's

OVER WHAT!

Is being real ,taking other souls from the planet for pride or sparkling jewels 

or is being real , having the abilities to resist temptations from Satan even if you are living in momentary hell 

Just for the chance to reach an external bliss?

RIP NICK!

Author's Note

This is more of a speech
I wrote last year
Ignore grammar problems
Think :)

Reviews

[See ya]

Hype. Hype. It doesnt get any worse than being killed by one of your very own. One who understands your daily struggles and knows what you are living.
We need more passionate writers to come out of the ghettos.
When you live the life of a low-income family, there usually is no money for the latest toys or video games...so imagination becomes the grandest toy.
Big DS...keep believing in yourself and go to college...become a person of inspiration. Neighborhood kids looked up to my friend when he got locked up for fighting, but he always said that someday he will be back to the ghetto and he will inspire and have the kids look up to him for a positive reason instead....and I BELIEVE HIM, he is a man of his word.

So use your proverbial "GAT", your pen and change perceptions of people in the ghetto as criminal minded and talented only in rap.
Poor people value Love....its the only thing thats of any worth so yeah, the kid from the ghetto will whip your a*s if you take his girl. Its all he has. Until he gets out and discovers the world.
Hit me up anytime, about anything.

[Linzey]

I love how it's in memory for a friend and how it explains something that happens so often in the world. I know everyday we he about a shooting in my area and how it hurts to know that there are people who would kill. Maybe it's to save their own life, but either way there should be no need for that type of self defense. I love how you talked about this and the way u were able to convey it. Thank you for letting read this =)

[Brad]

i love the anger behind this, it's not blind anger but focused...bravo, bud

[E.H. Monroe]

Its a poem if the damn thing sings as poetry.
Drop off the RIP at the end. This piece is a tribute to the RIP's but cornering it with one does the poem an injustice.
Its got beyond street flow, this is a straight mind flow, passion and heart.
A skull rocker, reminding everyone, white, black, f*****g green that its the temporary hells that we need to look out for, not the long term.


Get em

[Loner]

A lovely tribute paid to a friend who is no more , a very powerful poem/speech
keep writing.

[SabrinaThePoet]

I love it. It's very powerful

[InkSlinger]

Truth is always the most painful pill to swallow, and you nailed this gem, filling it with a truth so painful that we choose to close our eyes and pray that someone acknowledges your words. Delicate emotions strung heavy in truth, well done!

[Jenny Nelson]

The violence that's reached absurd proportions all over the world just has to stop. Younger and younger victims all the time. It's a horrible, horrible shame.
So sorry for the loss of your classmate. You wrote wonderful and thought provoking piece.

[Marie Anzalone]

I lost so many close friends in high school to senseless acts of violence, drinking, drugs, suicide, and sickness that I have honestly lost count. Amazingly, I grew up in a depressed rural area. Poverty takes its ugly toll on our young first- that is the lesson I learned hard, first through my childhood, then as my experience in the Peace Corps. You are right to be angry, to stand up, to *demand* you get your voices heard. To insist ona better world than the one around you. I commend you for speaking out, for making people listen. Hopefully, it got them to think, too.

Well done. And I am very sorry for your loss.

[Celeste21]

I like what you said at the ending. That's the truth abt people being real vs. temptation and resisting temptation... not only is it real to resist it's commendable. But how often do ppl do stuff b/c it's commendable? A major percent of the time we as humans are constantly thinking about ourselves and whether or not a potential decision will be beneficial to ourselves.. Great write. I'm srry for your loss.