The City Without Civil Rights

How often do you see a 7 year old child die cause of his father
Martin Luthern King did not die for our children to die
Lost so many of my hommies to the violence
You may ask were i come from
Chiraq the city of blood,tears,and sweat
Shorties only 14 toting 40 clips
The city of civil rights movements you could never tell it existed
Dirty cops & dirty blocks full of violence the hatred is in the system
No vital signs in the city no more marching for rights of all races
No named bullets hitting all the wrong people
To many people dont no how the gangs really came to existince 
GD's Stones & Vicelords Marched On The Early Moring In 1966
The march for Open Public Housing as community
Nobody understands the lifestyle in which we live cause nobody wants to live in our shoes
Teenagers selling dope by the liquar store,with the mind frame of...
Fuck a college i could drop out sell that dope make a few hundred to buy me the expensive close
How often do we see puerto ricans & blacks say lets go to college
How often do we get praised for the things we do that is good

This Is My City The City Without Civil Rights

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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