the devil's playground

I was walking to my new job opportunity that was a blessing from God 

i begin to notice what a difference five blocks make

on one end, the beauty of life is embrace through love and prosperity

on the other, life is full of hopeless broken down dreams like glass that shatters that cracks all over the concrete floor, and then expect a flower to blossom

don't get it all twisted because i know where i come from

my past doesn't dictate my future

but my past has transform me to be the man i am today

i was strolling along 3rd ave

all i kept seeing was the motel built by design to invite criminals to use their pawns of lowlifes to move in only one direction, whether it was forward, backwards, or sideways

then right across the street is the hospital

it's sensible to have one there because doctors lose track on how many victims they need to patch up 

due to countless shootings over reasons that one scratches their head saying "huh"

the sad part is that the hospital is so longated it takes up 3 blocks to fill up how many people doctors predict will die in the next 24 hours

as i arrive to the devil's playgorund

i make a left and i see desolation of the walking dead

where people are taking their own lives slowly, and surely

the needle is stuck in between their forearms, and veins 

people are getting a tan in the ghetto where stagnation

is the proclamation

that inspires people to remain stuck in the hood forever

being influence by souped up idiocy of music in the hip hop industry of this generation that glorifies violence stirred up by demons who continues to lie on behalf of satan

normative behavior consists of: three year old kids knowing curse words and don't know their abc's and 123's by the time they are five

being a drunk entices an alcoholic to drink away his pain

being a drug attic arouses a junkie to sniff up cocaine mix with baking soda

girls at the age of 13 wanting to dress like they're 31

these promiscuous girls flaunt themselves at dudes in using her goods

and when they don't get what they want from guys, they'll yell out rape, rape

HOLD UP, WAIT A MINUTE, he never raped her

but society is afraid of a man of color's sexuality so who you think they'll believe

gangs recruit more vulnerable weak souls in one hour than the military recruitment in one day

an old man that cleans inside the community center is required to wear a helmet when cleaning outside because he gets hit with rocks, small pebbles as if he was being stoned like hebrews of ancient time by those who live right upstairs, and around the projects like letters in the alphabet

there is a dire need for this community

I know that God  had put me here for a reason

i believe in God , God  is in control

God believes in me, i believe in myself

he is using me to bring hope to the youth

God is stirring me up with the God given talents in annointing me to aspire that there is more to life than what's in their immediate surroundings

and what's in your immediate circle is not always what it seems, FACTS!

this is why God put me here

to refreshen young minds to new experience where it doesn't require to shoot someone with either hand (doesn't take strength)

it's about building that brand

that will erupt like volcanic explosion, but not to stifle with violence

instead,i let the truth come out so that it injects life to lost souls

any fears i may have, God reminds me to have a sound mind

to infuse power to people in feeling worthy of something amazingly incredible

God put me here for a reason

it's my time to win over souls and make disciples

if Jesus can hang out with the prostitutes, and lowlifes to minister the powerful words of the gospel

so can I, FACTS!

 

 

 

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Comments

dolvas

Great poem...great story. ..great calling !

MVP-Most Valuable Poet

thank you so much

i speak from the heart

dolvas

Loved it !

MVP-Most Valuable Poet

thank you 4 the luv and support always ;)

Carrillo.Erica96

You have a beautiful way with words. I enjoyed the imagery. Only great poets know how to allow their readers to experience the same feelings as the poet during his trip.

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thank you so much for the luv and support

this is a true story about a neighborhood in the desolate section in the bronx

Black Wings

warrior of freestyle your words pull the audience in.

well done, again.

the words you speak in mind and soul express the truth.

I, too, see a similar surronding, in which I try to push out the bad.

Continue the good deeds that your God acknowledges.

Very well put.

MVP-Most Valuable Poet

thank you for the luv and support

this poem was about me painting a picture of the repercussions of being surrounded in an environment that appears hopeless

at the time God put me here for a reason, to be the light that sheds through people's darkness

my God is your God

have you written about your surroundings?

check out my other poems

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