What do I know?
Mrs.Barnes I do met As I shovel my street In a mid December storm The cold bite sharper than a thorn Only then do I know her When she’s away from red rover When she is not cleaning my bruises…
Mrs.Barnes I do met As I shovel my street In a mid December storm The cold bite sharper than a thorn Only then do I know her When she’s away from red rover When she is not cleaning my bruises…
One place, one home One friend, and one family How could I change if We are not one. A place with anger We fight like if we were dogs With drugs out there. No one says something. Police says “…
I was born in the ghetto, parents left their kids in the street abandon gangsters forced kids to sell drugs, it was basically the only way to make money unless you had a job but that was rare. I come…
NO violence NO teamwork Only the smell of chicken and fresh air. There are no kids fighting There are no adults drinking There are only Kids playing and me and my friend walking around
Disrespect Disrespect is all they show. Most don’t even think Before speaking Sometimes I cry an Ocean and sometimes I just don’t care Most of them wouldn’t pay Attention to those who are hurt But to those who Are completely…
They are fun kids Having fun Talking Fun Laughing hard Street lights On The light is As Bright as The Sun They riding Bikes Laughing there Butts Off Having fun living Fun The lights are Going out Like A Solor…
The news always taught me That the world is terrible place With gangsters,pollution, Loss in food, loss in water, Murders, and even strange creatures That lurk near us all The news has different teams On different shows With many different…
The neighborhood The nieghborshood is smoky the trains all around Tree leefs falling yellow, brown, and some times both Smell of dogs and freshly cut grass. Neighbors Yelling and throwing flowers at the Ground because of broken Realationships. Neighbors Seems…
“WHY” Why do people Judge Just by looks? I was Embarrassed Scared, for life!! Why? That day I thought would Never end. Until….. A week later. 2-3 grade The voices did not Bother me. But… At home My siblings would…
He Is the kid that stays on the street worse than the neighborhood's stray cats He is Scarface. The kid who isn't afraid to throw up his gang, He is the ringleader, ready to call up his bros who show…
This poem is gonna be about rhyming So Please don't deny me. This poem is really serious But to some of you it may be mysterious. So let me get my flow Okay here we go. There were these kids…
Flatlands Little boys with Arizona's in their hand Basketball court thats our sacred land Lil boys flicking rubber bands outta they hands Flatlands Yeah that's my home Violence Hope Friendship Yeah that's Flatlands My home
This shadow, comes from everybody, it comes from people, businessman, and mainly anyone with hobbies This shadow, walks when you walk, jogs when you jog, runs when you run, but just to say, it follows everyone. The wars, the battles,…
When you walking down Brownsville you can see many people kill nobody got chill even though you see kids playing in the park having fun but at soon as it goes dark everyone is done But you won't get it…
I Live in Brooklyn that's full of traffic I hear people running and laughing. I smell smoke where ever i go, When i step outside at night I hear gun shots where ever i go. But i was born and…
Noise Noise Noise that what i hear, Noise Noise Noise that what people fear Noise Noise Noise I see a mouse, Noise Noise Noise I see a mouse. when i went in the house the mouse ate the bread, then…
My name is Maya Angelo I help the blacks grow people disrespect I still rise they become surprised and don't realize that I still rise otherwise I ignore while they snore people want to forget what you did or what…
The world dying, All life is beginning to choke. Animals have begun crying, This is really no joke. As CO2 fills the air, The oceans begin to burn. No one even cares, They all need to learn. Ice will shatter…
Broncos country rumbles Rumbles with the sound of rocky mountain thunder With every mile high salute With every Super bowl With every draft with every great play Every great player Every retirement The land sobs with every funeral Sobs with…
Football the great, The chants of glory for each team, That some people hate, Sound like thunder in my ears, For the team fears, They might lose the battle, Whose shirt, Is the symbol of war, Therefore the stadium roars,…