To Most People

 

To most people, 

I’m just another black boy living in the streets. 

To most people,

I’m a hoodlum because I live in the hood.

To most people,

I’m the kid voted “Mostly likely to steal or kill”.

To most people,

I’ll always live in the hood because I fit the “description”.

To most people,

I have a choice to be in this God forsaken place!

TO MOST PEOPLE,

I HAVE A CHOICE TO BE POOR TO THE DAY I DIE!

A CHOICE TO BE SCARED EVERY NIGHT I CLOSE MY EYES!

A CHOICE TO BE LOOKED AT LIKE I’M SOME ANIMAL!

Well I’m not!

I’m human too,

Just like you, a very unlucky one,

Unlike you.

From me to most people,

I was stuck with this place the day I was born.

 

 

 

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This poem is about: 
Our world

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