Friday Night In the Ghetto

It's Friday night In the Ghetto Screams From the dark ring out A little girl crying Daddy don’t hit mama Sit down and shut up Yelling Banging On the walls As neighbors threaten To call the cops Drugs in the hallways Drugs on the streets Who will that pretty girl meet To make the money To feed the habit or pay The bills or just to eat. And still around the corner Near the shops The people stand And talk about the promise land Its Friday night in the ghetto and the Promise land is The pawn shop Fried chicken Peanut butter and jelly. The music from the barber shop Makes a fellow stop And touch fists With a friend From around the way Hey remember the day Then out of the night air Shots ring out That little girl Sitting on the floor Playing with her dolls Ken and Barbie Dreaming of a time When she will meet her Ken and maybe Falls on her face This is the place The ghetto And its Friday Poem by SGSteverson From the book"Four Pieces of a Silver Coin" Posted 09/14/2011