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.
Character Appearance
15 years ago
1 comment:
nice poem
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