The Streets, Never looking back!

The Streets, Never looking back!

A Poem by EmeraldJ
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Growing up in the city, where the streets are slum

It was me my brother and my selfless mom

My dada missing no where to be seen

They gave birth to me when they were just teens

He don’t support us he’s livin somewhere in the scum

Hangin near a bar probably drunk of rum

 

 

We’re down on rent so there’s another confliction

Before we knew it we had another eviction

No home to turn to, no where to sleep

It looks like the street, sleepin on the freezing concrete

There’s so many homeless livin in every space

Momma think we gonna struggle to find a spare place

 

 

Strangers walkin by I look em in the faces

But down here that’s considered racist

In there hoodies, little boys in a gang

A drive by just happened bang bang bang!

I tried my hardest to make him survive

But I had to let him go, he couldn’t be revived

 

 

Retaliation starts everyone goes ballistic

That poor little boy just became another statistic

No justice for his parents another in the family tree

The shooter drives off so he goes jail free

 

 

Everyday I’m seeing things that are so bad

I wish I had protection I wish I had my dad

Where are you daddy please come back

But that’s right pop you’re too damn slack

 

During the summer the streets are steamy from the heat

All I can smell from the restaurants is the rotten meat

Going through the bins looking for food

There’s just scraps that have already been chewed

But tonight that will have to do

Hopefully tomorrow there will be new food that’s long overdue

 

 

All the days are the same there all so long

I have to think of my momma and brother and remain strong

Not a moment goes past when I’m not in fear

Gotta wipe away, gotta wipe away that tear

I’ve been living on the streets for one year now

I don’t know how I got here, I just ask how?

 

 

Nothing to study, I’ve lost my concentration

I guess that happens we you have no education

As the days go by little brother getting older and carrying a knife

He’s joined a gang and lives the low life

I warned him it’s disrespectful to leave your gang that without a doubt

Little brother once you’re in you ain’t never gettin out

It’s too late coz cops think he’s apart of some drug connection

Watch it little brother coz your gang ain’t gonna give you protection

 

 

Just another kid in over night jail

We ain’t got no money so we can’t post bail

Finally he’s out and commits another crime

This time he’s gone for good, he’s gone to do serious time

 

 

4 of us, to 3 of us now just to 2

Momma where dying what can we do

Our family has been through so much devastation

I guess it’s from all our family’s separations

 

 

Little brother got in a fight an injury to his head

He just lay on the jail cell concrete bleeding and dead

All my momma does now is grieve

Every second of the day I gotta remind her to breathe

 

 

Months have past and we still think about it everyday

I hope you’re in peace little brother when you lay

 

 

 

Seeing the rich men wearing their flashy suits

And all I wish for is a pair of second hand boots

Asking for a dollar sunrise to sunset

A can of  food can’t even be met

People look away as if we don’t mean anything

And from head to toe all their wearing is expensive bling

You think it wouldn’t be much to ask for a quarter

So today we might be able to buy a bottle of water

 

 

 

Mommas getting sick it’s tearing me apart

Open my chest and you’ll find a bleeding heart

I can’t deal with mom having any diseases

I know straight away I’ll fall into pieces

Days are going past and mommas not improvin

Gotta find warmer places gotta keep on movin

 

 

Momma rest your eyes and lean on my shoulder

I know times are tough and your getting older

But overnight momma slipped away

I begged her please don’t go, I need you to stay

 

 

I hear your voice from above, it’s going through my veins

Like water on a rainy day, running down the drains

Gotta think of you to get off the street

So I can grow up and stand on my own two feet

 

 

Imagine a life without pain and sorrow

All I can do is imagine that tomorrow

Coz right now this is where I’m at

Wearing my ragged clothes and a broken hat

© 2011 EmeraldJ


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It sounds like you've been through so much :/ Beautifully written from the heart, may you live a good life sometime in the future, you'll hopefully get through it :)


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