That's Just How The Way It Is....
How can I bring a child into a world full of hatred,
As mothers cry before the graves of their young ones ,
As shootas with no remorse release the hurt from their past to other bodies creating body bags.
Women selling their souls for love ,
and Men beating them for respect.
How can I bring a child into this world full of hatred ,
Where education ain't worth nothing but a suger packet and some dollars into a dealers pocket,
Where self defense involves weapons instead of the P.O.W
Power Of Words,
Of which we are inprison of.
How Can We as human beings living in such a bad society bring a child
our daughter our son our children into a world full of loss.
We lost our way into the streets,
to not only end up in jail or a grave pit.
Black lives dropping like flies Daughters saying their goodbyes
Sons selling crack and Fathers never coming back .
Black people can't dream for happy meadows and a picket fence ,
cause things like jail , death , sex , and weed ,
Has brainedwashed our brains to turn us into "Gangsters" .
Gangsters with no education , no job , no money , and broke ass thieves.
Like Another typical black person's stereotype.
Or is That just how the way it is in this world we called hatred.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.