Black Streets

Tue, 04/03/2018 - 20:34 -- MELANIN

No Money, No clothes
No shoes, No rules
Black teenage girls are considered whores
Black teenage boys are getting taken out in pairs of four
Stores over on the south, east,
and west side are filled with drugs and weed
Do no wrong but want to see us bleed
Your own black brothers or sisters are
the one who plants your death seed
The ones closest to you, are who
you most do not need in life
They Feed Timmy and Hanna,but starve
Jimmy and Anna
Sentence Steve to 6 months
for a 1st degree murder
but Sentence Kevin to life
for not spilling the tea brother
The system is fucked up
for our black streets
Mistaking cellphones for a pipe filled with heat
killing babies because they
won't take a seat
What is going on?
What is going on?
In our neighborhood black streets

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

Comments

sarahelizaabeth

i.love.this. 

MELANIN

Thank You. ❤

jeaguar

this is very powerful. wow. fantastic:)

MELANIN

Thank you. ❤

artlee1820

The rhyming was done well, especially with the names.

MELANIN

Thank You. ❤

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