My Neighborhood

by William Langford

People in my neighborhood are dirty.

Can’t keep anything clean.

They walk up and down the streets yelling…

screaming.

When I step outside my house I see nothing but trash on the streets.

All I hear is sirens, gunshots, and screaming.

They can’t live like this can they?

I can’t live like this….

But it’s my life.

Guess I should embrace it, huh?