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
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