Tuesday, September 15, 2009


By Joe.Lason

A place I am from the ghetto , the sights I can see .

I see trash blowing across the side walk .I see fire burning .

I see bums begging for change .Things I hear screeching of the

bart train screeching loudly and annoying.

Things I smell sometimes I smell the awful smell of bums.

The nasty smell of dog manure. The disgusting smell of pee.

The sights I see in my house I can see the news

with awful reports of black people killing other black people

I hear loud RAP!!!!!!!! that these black people are always playing!!!!!

talking about killing and shooting people. I smell the wonderful fried chicken.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

nice poem