I arose looking for the door seeing my people living poor. how can they adore me when I was small now I'm tall knowing my people dying so quick to fall who do I call when we slipping in bleeding misleading got me speeding to lead. reading articles in the newspaper has me proceeding to succeed see what I think of the word I must concede we die clutching our chest never die I wear my heart on my sleeve do you hear a cry I must try wisdom of knowledge I must lead on to fly we are the roses.
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A Hero Of The Streets
PoetryPoetry, Hardworking , Black Teen, Living Rough. Different Emotions Young Black Males Go Through The Day 2 Day Struggle Inside Different Areas of America They Wanna See Me Fall Is Not For All But If You Small Stand Tall With All Your Heart. You Can...
