The Hood

The name says it all...

Feel my world come crashing down

The mental strain of my pressure

After midnight killings, bodies are found

Thieves come to steal the heart of your treasure

This is the life of poverty

I see them like wolves, looking for prey

Seeking the weak who's unaware of their game

These areas suck the light out of day

Through a mundane lifestyle, they have no one to blame

But themselves, who loses the essence of their mentality

Thugs, pimping their way out of life

Taking advantage of the women and prostitutes

Walking around, cussing and spitting, producing strife

What is this world coming to

There are no signs of prosperity

Dead neighborhoods, with blood-stained grounds

Women, selling their bodies, revealing their cleavage

Watch as this cycle go round and round

As each and every person defy their teachings

So where is God's spirituality 

I don't want to be in poverty

Grace me with a mentality

To go forward to prosperity

And be in want of Your Spirituality

Now this is my reality

Author's Note

This is mostly the strife that goes on in Memphis. Yeah, it's not the best place to be in world. But hey, there's good in bad too^^

Reviews

[Simon Welsh]

God knows, there's a Hell for every Heaven. Nicely written.

[Sharon]

Great poem. It expresses a strong point and catches the readers' attention. nice job and keep writing! :)

[William C Jones III]

Thanks and I will^^

[Gianna Dale]

I actually enjoyed the inconsistent measure. I think it adds SO much sincerity to a work, though I'm usually alone in this opinion! Haha, so just know that I personally appreciated that. The piece is very honest, just so true to the situation that as a reader this part of Memphis is easy to step into. Well done William!
Always,
Gianna

[Aethereal]

The intention of this poem is a clear. I was inspired by its initial verse to write this tiny gift poem for you which you may keep:

Dysfunction

There's a tension without measure
all around this ghoulish town
where crime addicts maul for pleasure
on dark streets where death is found

where dysfunction overrules
sanity to foster fools.

[Dark Rider]

This was so good! I loved it. I love the way you have with writing details. It just painted a clear picture in my head. Nice job! :)

P.S. Love your profile pic! ;)

[William C Jones III]

I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

[Dark Rider]

You're welcome! :)

[Sirius King]

i really like this, it paints a picture of a real place...im all to familiar with this place....great job!

[William C Jones III]

Thanks XD

[Baby Ricochet]

I like this a lot. It's a brilliant story not often told on the WC. As a critique it needs "tightening up" with sentence length and flow but that's just mechanics. Anyone who can get a C in English comp 1 can do that. It's the idea and emotion behind it that count and this piece gets an A++ for that. Outstanding work

[William C Jones III]

Thanks :)

[Ravyne Hawke]

This is really good. Lots of great images and the rhythm and rhyme are good. The flow is a bit off because of a couple of grammatical errors:

Through a mundane lifestyle, they have no one blame
they have no one to blame

I don't want to be poverty
I don't want to be in poverty

Other than that this is a really good poem with lots of strong emotion. Enjoyed!

[William C Jones III]

Thanks for the review and correction :) as well as the link

[Ravyne Hawke]

you are very welcomed, William =)