Note: Poet Warriors write with truth and purpose; this poem contains strong language, graphic details…
Westwood
Walking down the streets of
Westwood
Noticing the grass grow
With the flowers and the trees and the
Gangs
The waters rush
Where the fish and the frogs covering the
Gunshots
When you notice they’re gone you hear
Race cares
I wish I could rise to the tope
Of the willow trees
Where the binds rest and the ran is
Caught or the
Gravity walls where there’s loothing
Of lyaers of white paint but the
Colorful one wont go away
“Please” I get with puppy
Eyes and tears running down
My red face
Nothing can stop me from living here
In Westwood
Not the money
Or the drugs
Or even the guns
This is my home
The one I grew up in
Terrified and fighting
For the rights we need
I am proud of it
-Lilia Duran