Cynthia Alvez Poet Free verse

Ghetto Plight

Hovering in the
Clutter of poverty,
No smiles on their faces,
Looking skyward
Having a confrontation with God,
Their eyes the voices of their souls.
Their houses shout too,
We are enslaved!
The windows are dark and lifeless!
Who will hear them when they cry?
Not the landlord,
Over the jingle of his pocket money!
Pacific Avenue, Atlantic City, N.J.

Cynthia

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Allen Hackett September 4, 2012 at 8:39 AM This poem lives around the world, wherever people of color reside. Check out "The World is a Ghetto" by the band called War.

Kathryn Collins August 31, 2012 at 6:32 AM And all that money shouting from the casinos. Another hard hitting write. love, Kathy

Robert Pettit August 31, 2012 at 12:11 AM Interesting write. There are worse neighborhoods in Atlantic City than Pacific Avenue. Check out Baltic Avenue and Mediterranean Avenue near the inlet. You will see why they are the cheapest blocks on the Monopoly board.