Everybody wants to be
Free, wanting to feel
Clean air, smell nature
And scent of food, coming
From only a few blocks away,
There's dirt, noise and crime
In this, almost cozy area, a
Family's spread and loving the
Closeness, but once death fills
The streets and blood flows in the
Neighbourhood, young hands begging
For money, ripped rags hugging a slim
Body, out in the cold, shivering and
Getting sick, that's what life is like
In our Harlem.
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PoetryAll Rights Reserved Copyright 2016 @smokeupthe-moon. I wish I knew what to say, Have a mind full of words Yet to be spoken, to be written, Colored in every shade of the rainbow, Cover emotions with how the human eye can see, This is...
