The Story of a Ghetto Boy
From a Lith Book Of Tales
"The story of a ghetto boy'
Once
I was
A little boy,
The many
Little things,
Deeds
They Made me
Smile
And life itself;
Was without worries.
But quickly
I became
A man
And gang (society)
Put a gun
Into my hands.
They Told me
That i could
Live or die.
Though I didn't know
The reason why?
But my gun
became my tool (toy).
'The story of a ghetto boy'
*closes chapter*
ghops
Copyright © Speare Earth Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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