Best Inner City Poems

Broken windows give no reflection
graffiti for those who can read

concrete streets are polluted rivers
passing shoes leave bodies in need

disillusion is a crumbled sidewalk
stretching to an...

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I woke up early this morning contemplating, 
pondering over the meaning of this dream, 
Dreams that take me to mountains and valleys
Dreams that lands me...

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In the inner city there is a little girl.
 Who dreams about a different  world.

There is no fresh air for her to breathe.
 No...

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(Dedicated to ICP)

We’re all searching for direction
Upon these paths we roam
While trying to find instructions
That will lead us back to home

I have drifted on the...

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Pine needles fall on manicured lawns
  on quiet streets where elm trees grow
 But in their midst a demon yawns
 And screams through veins...

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Mother,

I meant to finish college and
go get my Master’s degree,
to become and engineer
and built great things in our cities.

I meant to show you my new...

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Gray shrouds cover my way
sets the tone for the day.
Our silent sun sends
rays running round corners
slowly beams burn off -
melting morning misty mind.

As I tread...

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His is the whispering voice echoing within the athlete’s field of dreams,
The harkening leader, a teacher of strength and confidence, whom takes
The raw abilities given...

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Many people in this world love their animals.
From cats, dogs, birds, all imprisoned in kennels.
To own one they pay for shots, and adopt.
The pay for...

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Ah, the bloom was on the Rose
yet, the taint of alcohol and drugs
looms nightmare like behind her baby pink cheeks. 
Porcelain skin tones, raspberry rogue
nails...

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In my mind is a place of unbearable beauty,
     So agonizing to recall the charm;
A place, so lovely and pretty, rows...

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Crime is a real problem in Jamaica 
Hundreds are dead, there's no solution to the problem
Even the police are giving up ...the police commissioner has...

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Clinton's Inauguration 1993

You were so beautiful, Maya
Standing in front of the
President and the First Lady


I didn’t really understand
Your Pulse Of Morning 
Presidential inauguration poem
I kind...

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At the heart of my country lies a monolith
Shimmering in the radiant hot transparent light
Ever changing hues, a chameleon at the edge of night, 
Uluru...

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Hey bruh, 
haven’t you heard,
ain’t you read the news?
The White House is gonna eradicate 
the fear infested inner city blues
That Trump fella says,
he’s got his...

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