Ms. Ghetto Save A ChildA Poem by DunlackPull out the corn, don't forget the canned beans. Poor little child, was mothered by a crack feign. So you know what that means? Her stomach stays growling. Her shoes extra dirty and her hair could use styling.
"Ms. Ghetto Save Em", come get this baby please. I hate to see her later on taken by disease. Where's poppa? Though he know her not. He popped momma "I thought she had her tubes tide".
Societies ejection, hood depression...Looks like Satan has another first round selection. Let's face it, the streets is her home. It washes her clothes and gives her a place to roam. No swing sets, no toy jets, just abuse and batter...Did I mention rough sex?
She's older now, "Ms. Ghetto" you did your thing. You showed her how to drink and prostitute until she's drained. In unfamiliar places, seeing unfamiliar faces, forces her to run through life at unfamiliar paces...
It's sad but true, a bad life she knew, her skies were always gray, but never once turned blue. Oh well, some people are just destined to fail. Did I tell you "Ms. Ghetto" raised her momma? Her name was Jazzy Belle. © 2013 DunlackReviews
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3 Reviews Added on August 20, 2011 Last Updated on March 27, 2013 AuthorDunlackChicago, ILAboutI'm a young writer from the city of Charlotte, NC with the ambitions of being known world wide for my work. I'm a Graduate of Gardner-Webb University, and will be furthering my education at DePaul Uni.. more..Writing
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