Best Gentrification Poems

Main Street had a classic pool hall,
Hustlers, chisellers, and those who like to fool all,
Second-hand stores along the way,
And the old Helen's Grill greasy spoon...

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If I am the water the purest of elements and there is a bridge that holds the sense of matter

How does material to form layers...

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The Old Oak Tree

Standing tall with your roots 6 feet under 
You have survived and thrived for 8 decades
Your branches still growing all the while...

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How safe can your world possibly be 
when even the school principal lines you up a couple of inches from a cinder-block wall 
and punches...

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As I travel on the path to an unknown destination.......
I must conquer the process of never-ending education
Average math pupil but good with money multiplication
So I...

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A lot of parents these days are self absorbed self glorified babysitters
Raising a youth with no standards or morales, without limitations
A fantasy reality with no...

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remember these rich kids
who moved from downtown 
Manhattan,
after the towers fell,
out into the uncharted territories of
Bushwick & those regions of
Brooklyn, which had once been
lined with...

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Although yours truly modest,
     the only personal issue
     I will lightly boast about
constitutes lingering
self worthlessness bred
if not...

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Like Moses fleeing Egypt 
and finding refuge in Midian
I was a stranger in a strange land.
Having fled Chicago in ‘84
I journeyed east to the
unpromised land...

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Written October 13, 2016


Your love is a fortress
But I can't afford it
The price has been driven too high
By gentrification and the likes of some guy
Who's...

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As if the Community on VIOLENCE, has
signed a lease
Do our neighbors and Loved Ones, sense-
lessly, become decease
While calls on URBAN GENTRIFICATION,
start to increase
Makes Me, South...

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And it goes on 
Mass murdering of the innocent
Gentrification of the minorities
And it goes on
Life is not a perfect story,
Happy endings are quite scarce 
The...

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Tough position to be in
Wanting to claim European
Knowing something
 darker lies within
Something more natural
Light refraction
Melanin, Godly action
Borderline casual
foot stomping, dust rising
Serengeti surprising
ancestral awakening
First man's first...

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What bound my soul is as hard as bromite
i might not be so intricate with words 
i leave sixth sense condescending
my metaphors absolutely power driven
you'd...

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An old hotel in Portland
Rain hitting street lamps
The buzzer
Click
Surveillance camera
“Can I get a room?”

It used to be called the "Burnside Triangle" back when it was...

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