My Ghetto (What Makes It So?)
Ghettos simply defined but true…a place where society’s worse of the worst
seem to reside, a place were the way where’d people tend to thrive…a place
where the maddest of people come from and a place where no one cares about
who lives or dies. A place where broken glass can be found on every street and
is considered as the norm instead of as an eye sore or as a disgrace…a place
with dilapidated buildings that people sometimes refer to as the slums…or
cribs, a place where no decent person would want to live. All though this be sad
and some of it even may be true…I contend that a place is only a ghetto when
no blade of grass will grow, when no flower can be found to be in bloom…when
the decent people who live there let crab grass grow and the bad people
outweigh the goodness of the decent people who do live there and just want to
call it home. So, you tired and sick of my ghetto and you need to get out?
Then become a decent neighbor and we can eradicate the name ghetto and
rename it a great place were all can live and each of us can say this place I
shall now call it my happy home.
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