Diamond in the Rough

Walking down the placid streets

I spot a gleaming treasure lying on the tarred floor

I beheld a genie’s lamp gleaming under the scorching universal lamp

The hot metal burned my fingertips

I brushed my palm over the golden metalic lamp

And closed my eyes, meditating on what my heart burned for the most

I desired nothing materialistic, but something eleemosynary

I wish for the social system to break from his hidebound position

I desire for them to not view inner city children as destroyers of virtuous “status quo”

View them as diamonds in the rough

The fragile rose struggling to emerge from the unyielding field of concrete

Their location in the sea of society does not retard their ability to emerge from their swamp of doom

What retards their growth is the lack of tools needed to raise them from their position of distress

If given the encouragement and tools of success, they would be able to succeed

Society should act as a mother nurturing her needy child

The inner city children would be able to suck the milk of opportunity from society’s bosom

We are all small screws that hold together the world

All screws need to work together

Move as one wave pushing forward for the success of the entire human race

We must look out for those who are trodding slowly behind

So we can all succeed together

With this the world can progress together