By: Shanice Watts

There is danger

There is store’s, homes being destructed by invasions

There are young teens forced to have their hands behind their head

There is handcuffs squeezing their wrist

There is sirens screaming up and down the road

There are helicopters flying over me and my neighbors houses

There is bullets racing past my window

Creeping, Sneaking, Peaking

There by the liquor store in the middle of the night

There is danger

There is a stream of blood pouring down the sidewalk

They get killed just because they talk

There is kids doing horrible crime and don’t get caught

But innocent people take the blame when it wasn’t their fault

Tragedy comes sneaking in the black streets, but no one comes help, and face to defeat