The Beholder

Messily spray-painted eyesores full of hate and vulgarity

Cover the decrepit buildings

Tiny, rundown houses are full of the poor

With never enough food on the table

And parents who are never home

Children play on fields now overrun with weeds and tall grass

Schools with barely any books and students who do not care enough to notice

Pathetic teachers who never really wanted this job, teach the few

Students who are naive enough to think they have a shot at an escape

The stench of all of the garbage on the streets

The worst part of town

Colorful depicitons of social injustice displayed across large brick canvases

Small homes with big families with just enough of love to go around

And parents who work extra hard around the clock

Children play on

Dedicated teachers who make up for a lack of materials with a love of the job

And instills a thirst for knowledge and a belief that anything is possible

In the students who will work at it

The smell of hard work, belief, and hope

The best part of town

The same part of town