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Jasmine Dec 2017
These low income kids need more motivation
My teachers don’t know the problems we are facing
I am not a rich privledged girl
I am a chicana, raised in the ghetto type of girl

Let me take you inside of my world
Just next to my house is where the gangsters meet
If you say something wrong
They’re quick to leave you dead in the street
Graffiti and gang signs is all you see on the walls
If you take a walk and hear shots
You wouldn’t want to be in deep

Cops can stop you just because they can
People like us, do you really think they give a ****?
My brother is always getting stopped by a white man
They tell him “Put your hands over your head”
Any sudden movement and he is for sure dead

In the night the guns are pulled
Gang enemies coming over
Looking for problems up to no good
The street rules are in place like it would
Gun shots and sirens are playing in the background of my hood

Poverty makes times even more rough
I didn’t get new kicks for Christmas
I guess it’s just my luck
I have faith in God that I will get out of being stuck
I have decided I have had enough...
Raquie Nov 2017
Regret
What a horrid state
For you could have prevented it
If only
You had listened to your knowing

If only you believed your eyes
When his hand slipped up her leg
As she braided the beautiful locks on his head

If only I had listened to the feeling of jealousy when it first started to grow.

Had I not blamed it on 'these hoes'
Then I would know,
It takes two to tango.

Sick of blaming my mistakes on my youth.
Something's are inevitable but I'll always grit through

You gave me a sun
But I shall move in grace
With or with out you
Your growth I shall not await

Now don't be so quick to call me this or that,
for I am not bitter nor spiteful

I'm far beyond that.
I've forgiven like the most high.
You did some treacherous things to me but I made my bed to lie
& invited you, for one more dance.

Here's your last chance
You've failed again
I crave your gaze, you give me a glance
I crave your touch, you trace my arch with your hands

Hip to hip
Dip down
Den dip
I granted you access
& dismissed you
Disappointed

*** appeal so high
But performance so weak
Like your energy.....

& you call yourself a king.
Check mate.
Freewrite twds Healing
When a man emerge
from the dark city streets
in search of light.

Getting away from ghetto
Past remain a tattoo
I have found a path too.

But the scars articulated in my face
Will always remind  me where I  was
yesterday.

So I remained humble too,
Knowing today life is harmful to
Someone. Under the street light.
Jennifer Jun 2017
For
I was a little tense
None of what had occurred tonight made any sense
A fusilade passed my brother onto the summer land,
And seeking revenge labeled me as a murderer, and it was firsthand
My mother lost 2 sons
Both compromised to the streets and involved with guns
But she knew that life in the slums,
Consisted of ****** scenes and bums
She always told me “you need to change”
And only in the penitentiary did i plead for my lifestyle to rearrange
For one last chance to see my baby smile
Oh so many tears i’ve shed because i won't walk her down the aisle
My tears and fears I try to hide  
And everything that was done was to protect my pride
Being in prison is like being dead with my eyes open
Knowing that she's missing me like crazy makes me heart broken
What could i give as a token?
Maybe if the truth had not been spoken
I dont want the extravagant
Only wish for the judge to not be so arrogant
For my baby to smile so bright
And shed no more tears at night
As I stare at the drawings you drew
I hope you know I'm missin you too
It was named after the bodies that lay below,
whose tombs stood close by,
whose families still cry.
It was for those that had nowhere to go,
those who let out a sigh,
those who wouldn't cry.
It was where the days felt the most slow,
but still we all said hi
and still we all gave it a try.
It is called Home, for those who got to grow,
for those who didn't die
and those who made it by.
For the streets that raised me, thank you.
Toni gomez Oct 2016
Us
Gun smoke all we breathe
Violence is all we see
Sirens is all we hear
Pain is all we feel
Death is always near
Black Jewelz Sep 2016
A butterfly flutters through the streetz,
Above the dried bloodstains;
Its wings bat away toxic breaths
Perverse and untamed.

A butterfly flutters through the streetz—
Great beauty of little worth.
Through tear gas, dodging bullets
With wings like the Fellbeasts of Middle-earth.

A butterfly flutters through the streetz,
No smile, no glance, no words to speak.
It wipes away a child's fresh tear
As it passes by its cheek.
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