My ghetto (Pondering)
Ponder this thought my brothers and sisters with me…it’s just an observation
from someone who has seen the same things you see, night after night as I
walk the streets.
Who made that sister sell her body just to be able to buy your crack?
Who made that brother shoot another brother in the head, all over a piece of
land that neither of them owns?
Who made that sister have a baby at just 15 when she couldn’t even afford to
feed it or give it a decent home?
Who made that brother throw that trash in our streets, who told him he could
write graffiti anywhere he please?
Who told that brother that just because he wears his pants hanging off his but
makes him look cool?
Ponder my brothers now can you picture this with me...what if we stop trying to
live black and instead just be black and do what we all just need to do to do
right in life?
What if we each took responsibility for ourselves and stop blaming other races
and people for a ghetto we are each creating by the way we each are acting?
So, you tired of this ghetto and you wanna get out? Then take a good hard
look at yourself my brother or sister's and make sure that you are not the one
who is contributing to turning this place into a ghetto instead of a place you can
call your home.