Different Places, Different Spaces By Diajay Carter I walked down Biddle street and passed some dirty row houses. I looked at my homie and said do you smell that? Davon said that smell like sweets. We walked toward the…
Ode to My Mom By Crystal Luckart-Seeford My Mom always taught me: Growing up is not so easy But it doesn't matter what you look like Or what people want you to look like It's what's on the inside…
10 Bus on Pratt Street By Darryl White I walked down Pratt Street and over the roar of a garbage truck I asked my homeboy do he want to go down to the Harbor with me (he said yes)…
Wait for it... By D.J. No cars zooming on the streets No lights shining from inside the houses Only brown leaves on the ground and ghostbusters roaming around.
My Town By Crystal Luckart-Seeford My town, my town, my town is . . . well . . . We don't have a lot of tech The cars are just so NOISY Then there's the construction work which…
What the Street Taught Me By Diajay Carter My life experiences taught me to be real about everything. That's what I learned from the Street. Stay out of trouble be real about what you gonna do when tragedy strikes.…
NeighborHOOD By Jamal Boone No trees blowing in the wind No people strolling down the block Only cop cars cruising by But I still keep my doors unlocked.
Dark Like Charcoal By Darryl White My family has taught me to always be comfortable with myself. I have a cousin who is dark like charcoal has a beard like Rick Ross and a deep deep voice …