Criminal
Who exactly is better
than the sorry criminal on
12th street?
Definately not the sorry
criminal
on 11th
street.
I’m no better myself,
or you
in the same
sense.
I’ve cheated my family
as my family has cheated
me.
You’ve committed a crime
or two,
I know so.
The saddest, suicidal beings
commit murder when
they off
themselves.
I don’t care where
you’re brought up.
Whether it’s on 12th, 11th, or
crazy street.
It’s more about
where you’re brought
down.
Because technically
we’re the same.
It’s just a matter of time
before we get
caught.
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world