Killadelphia

By Imani Ortiz

 Philadelphia is Killadelphia. Everybody wants to hurt everybody.
Raping under-aged girls, making them get pregnant, not knowing who the daddy is. We all need to make a difference before this changes.
Hearing the guns go off in front of your house, knowing it just may be your family, you feel me?

Don’t nobody wanna go to school, instead they want to be a trap queen/king on the street, trying to sell drugs to everybody they meet.
A year later you might find that person dead, only because they didn’t give the other person what they wanted instead.

Killadelphia isn’t the place to be, instead its a distraction to humanity.
People are dying, lying in their own blood, silver bullets in their heads, man this is a trip.
Like Meek Mills said, “Dreams unfold, nightmares come true,” well this nightmare is real, and you can see it with a clear-eyed view.
Police arresting everybody for a whole bunch of reasons, whether it’s molesting or murdering, we ain’t doing much of nothing.

Little girls wanna do all these things with older men, it’s just sick!
What’s wrong with everybody? Why cant we just be cool?
But I know that can’t happen with so much going on in the neighborhood. Gangs fighting in every inch of Philly, what happens when an innocent person is dead?
But I guess they won’t care…

People jumping people down in Septa subways right after school, and when those people go home and look at their mom and say, “No ma’ its cool.”
But it’s how these people are today, and if we wont change, everything will stay.
It’s Killadelphia, what can we do?