In the heart of the city, down by the tracks,
There's a place where the sun rarely cracks.
The buildings are old, rundown, and gray,
But they're home to those who can't afford to stray.
The streets are paved with shadows and tears,
And the people who live there have known many fears.
The Ghetto, they call it, a place of despair,
But the human spirit still lingers there.
Mothers with babies and young men with dreams,
Are overshadowed by poverty's dark themes.
But they hold tight to hope and their fighting spirit,
And find joy in music, dance, and their own merit.
The Ghetto may be poor, but it's rich in heart,
Where love and strength can't be torn apart.
The people there may struggle, but they don't give in,
They know their worth, and they won't let poverty win.
So don't judge The Ghetto by what you see,
It's a place of pride, love, and resiliency.
The people there may be down, but they're not out,
And they'll rise above poverty's shadowy doubt.
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From Deep Within
PuisiA group of Original Poems that were written by your truly on a variety of subjects and topics. My inspiration for these poems came from artwork, music, nature, and many other sources.
