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Hes ing homeless, you see him there don't ignore that starved groak glare,
You can see that he's got an empty cup in his hand he looks hungry and you're now aware,
He has no shirt on his back no shoes on his feet, but he's human too, hes no different to me or you,
He feels inferior, he's embarrassed to panhandle for any spare change from any of you,
He's ing homeless but he's human to, he's no different to anyone of you,
It's just your negative attitude that brings that poor man down when he's feeling blue
He's not useless, he has to sit all day he can't just get up and move away he'll get mobbed
And they'll take anything that's left, he's already been pillaged and robbed,
They'll even take his spot where he's currently sitting but it's also where he plans to sleep,
She's sick, her stomach twists she's not eaten in days all her money was spent on a bag,
Now she stands under the bright street light her spot light, she smiles even though she's sad
She needs to turn a trick to get her fix so she's no longer sick, She feels dirty and used
As drunk lads walk past how much for a shag you dirty slag, they holla at her amused
She's still human not a walking price tag, she dosent deserve such degrading abuse,
From let's be honest total ing twats that wouldn't last 5 minutes on these mean streets,
She's ing homeless and needs to score she needs enough cash to pay towards a hotel room,
To go after a hard night on the streets her homies will stay too splitting the bill
A room at the cheapest hotel that stinks, is dank and dark filled with mould and mildew
Blood splatter from previous occupants who have shot up, could pass as art deco from the ghetto,
There ing homeless but there human to there no different to anyone of you.
It's just our negative attitude judging them bringing them down till they feel blue.
February marks the date but we don't celebrate.
Relationship is real, daily struggle, money, temptations, and
suicidal moments.
We took the scenic route but have only seen one mountain.
10/11/16
Yella
Written by My Amazimg girlfriend; Danielle Zink.
-Allowimg her to be a part of my poetic journey is enough probable cause to share wth her my Sweet last name. You may pronounce us Mr and Mrs Zink... (she has been my biggest fan for 3 years so she is (and has been) my poetic practice audience. And now she has even been not only using my words against me left and right, she has figured out how to write poetry... I do believe the replacement woman has been getting loose in the right field bullpen. I'm considering calling in the lefty as it has become obvious that she has come to know too much—about me and of the human mind. An obvious threat to any man currently married or divorced. That's not going to happen and I just made up some reader savvy nonsensense; or did I? I'm not telling. I love Danielle; that being said let's say the ups and downs of a "hypothetical" break up—as follows: Down Side: lose my family. Up side: with heartbreak comes more material for me to write more poetry! Hey! You must always look on the brightsides. Just in case she's still reading this; I loveyou honey! You are my world. Without you, I am lost in a ghetto trying to score and much much more. It's like a **** show. Peace in everyone, hang tough!
Ir0NIc Zink
Why ghetto people pray everyday
There is a place where life's
Are so in needs
This place is found so famous
On the third worlds and so popular
The poor the people living in this
Places are called
Oh what a name for a classification
Life In the ghetto speak a lot
About humanity
So Now my pen bleeds again
Why ghetto people pray everyday
How come the greatest continent
On planet earth
With it endless abound ant resources
Could afford a place on it great land
Called ghetto
Leave me with a doubt that nothing
Is impossible
Why ghetto people pray everyday
It draw my concern
When I see the most populated
Church goers, and other religious
Temples are more of the poor
From the ghetto
Every day dreaming
Every day praying
Only for the better days
Is no new strange thing
In the ghetto
So I wonder how come it
Be so if man is not of greed
Why ghetto people pray everyday
The root of all evil greed
Rest on the leaders down here Africa
Leading a lot of innocent soul
To crimes
If you want to see hells
Look alike visit the ghetto
Then say for yourself
Why now my pen bleeds again
Is clear life in the ghetto
Are like the hardest life
Existing on earth
Which people suffer most
Horrible style of life if not the
So called poor in the ghetto
Now I understand
Why ghetto people pray everyday
Dear Margot
We have never met
sixteen going on seventeen
every child should have dreams
yours stolen at nineteen
I wish I knew, truly
is it evil or hate?
to steal the life of a child
never mind thousands
after the Warsaw Ghetto uprising
the SS hunted and killed all
buried in the ruins
this evil never left the world
a declaration made, Belfor
now
thousands more children slaughtered
their homes also possessed and stolen
sadly those who came after you
learned nothing but hate
they too
are the brown shirts
the children of Gaza weep, then die
hug everyone of them for me
in heaven
I don't know what you see
Through and through
Time comes and pass
Another man comes and goes
Another woman Gaving birth again
Well another baby is death again
Through and through
We pass through rough and hard
Times
Time comes times pass
Another war is born again
Another innocent dead again
Another grief born with time again
We have been through this times
This times so hard for a very long
Time
through and through a lot
We encounter
From this long times past
Through and through
We past through this times
So fast how this times fly
How we survive this men on the hills
In Africa is a miracle
As this time flys
another new man
Comes up with his promises
Leaving The innocent civilians
To hopes and to an unknown
Through and through
We been through a lot
Down here in the Third world
Time after time
We hope for our better days
We the ghetto people
keep hopes alive
With faith by no real reality
Through and through
We have been through this
Hard life till now
Time after time
All the preacher man says
Is life is good
Hmmmm......Doe it is
with this circumstances
We have been through
With this time passed
I don't know what you see
I remember the days of the yellow fire hydrants
In the scorching heat, pretending to be a pirate
Having fun in the sun was what it was all about
Buying frozen cups of kool-aid at Mrs.Gertrude’s house
cherries and strawberries, how they melted in my mouth
The boys chased the girls and jammed their hands in our pants
We'd bite, scratch, and threaten them with big brother chants
And if by chance I forgot about double dutch
Or peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches for lunch
But, my hood has changed from the early days
It's plagued with poverty, drugs, violence, and AIDS
Filthiness from all abominations have flooded the streets
My femininity as a woman has become a tasty treat
My heart bleeds, I need the love of God to heal it
The enemy sees my joy and he's come to destroy, steal, and
Kill it. In the heat of midnight chats now the thought starts to
fade me
When reality invades me and the ideal becomes the real
Words supporting ghetto life are slicker than a banana peel
I can't raise babies here, fighting against roaches and rats
I am slaving, hand picking this modern day cotton, and
Wearing all these hats
At the same time being called a hoodrat
Such a thought is unheard
I don't want to live in the burbs
I don’t want to be nobody’s pawn
I don’t want crosses burning on my lawn
For me, it's a mainstream between multimillion- dollar dreams
Laced with lima beans
Maybe, the mountains, maybe the country
So go ahead and be proud my GHETTO QUEENS!
If the slum is where you are from
Believe there is a better world out there than what it seems....
Not All Created Are Equal
By Franklin Price
1/9/2015
Not all created are equal
I'm really so sorry to say
The differences are quite distinctive
They're as clear as the night is to day
Some are born to live in a mansion
Some from a ghetto will be
All others are in between somewhere
Where we end up we're going to see
All will have heads on their shoulders
And varieties of brains there within
The ability to use them so varied
It's hard to tell where to begin
The color of skin placed in order
From the darkest to lightest to be
With the world standing shoulder to shoulder
The division we never will see
The physically strong can take over
While the mentally strong will control
Then throw in the man with the money
And you better watch out for your soul
The puzzles of life have their pieces
In one or more we have a fit
Some stay in their ones of creation
While others branch out just a bit
If God has bestowed upon you
The intelligence to think on your own
Then create the best puzzle for your life
Don't blame others and don't moan and groan
It could have been worst
So i pray to jah
Oh jah see the tears on
The eyes of the poor
See the innocent dead bodies on the streets
See the cries of our
Beloved mothers
See the poverty everywhere in africa
See the lack of food
Shelter clothing
Not to talk of lack of jobs
See darkness everywhere
No electrcity
See religious discrimination
killing my brothers and sisters everywhere
See accident every where in my country cos
Of lack of good roads
See the men on black
And black with their brutality in the name of police killing the innocent
In the third world
See my people
In every jail
In every part of
The world
See my black beautiful
Sister turning into
Prostitute to a normal
Trend for money survival
See my brothers turning
Crimes as a normal means to survive
Oh jah i cant ask where
You are cos i know
You see all that boreders
My country
Am a poor ghetto
Biafran boy
That believes in your
Supreme intervention
As now i pray
Oh jah hear the cries
Of your people
The peope of biafra
Believe in your devine
Intervention
If not oh God
On our struggle for freedom
It could have been worst
which words speak me as your's
might your imagination
make you think of me as
someone who loves you in resipitation
I speak of you as friend
but then what is spoken in private
you think is an conveyance of our togetherness
in categories i put men
then those of importance might collect
your words to be script
to be the foundation of such futurante togetherness
scholars speak not of dealing
those samplings of unfaithfulness
those belongings to make whole which is then parted
speak me in times were
you are with another
so the circle of completion might have us as friends
nothing more than lover
that i wish upon heaven
to be with another
might my mind wonder
you will be caught off guard
and those days of tomorrow
might make you father to our child
but as of now
I see tomorrow in the eyes
of someone else
A PASSAGE FROM mISTRESS cULTURG.. SHE SPEAKS TO rANKIE dEVOLANCE
( HE'S DISAPPOINTED)
" she speaks to the man who wishes to marry her: he only to hear that she wishes to be with someone else" FROM THE BOOK-DEVILS (HE MAKES WORDS THAT WE MIGHT HAVE SCRIPT)
WRITTEN BY FRUSTRANT DEITY
OF THE YAPHATSEFF MEDIA GROUP, N.Y. NEW YORK..MADDOG PRINTING PRESS. MINCING GO-BEHIND MEDIA GROUP IN CONJUNCTION WITH
YAPHATTSEFF PUBLICATION.
COPYRIGHT PENDING..CALL DEW-DOLLWRIGHT FOR PERMISSION.
FROM THE BOOK SERIES "GHETTO SENSATION" BY wROUGH NEMBURG AND
yAPHATTSEFF WIFFNOMANN COURTSEY OF BASSOON ALBUM COMPANY AND THE FLUTER MEDIA SOUNDS OF RIGHTEOUSNESS GROUP
durning a Congraulation ceromony
a guy dressed in tights and glittring
robe, came out complaining about
doing all the chres, while
the others had more
time to be with their women,
he wanted to share time with
his woman. He feared she'd write him off.
we heard his graveling voice
telling her stay1 stay! stand in my
corner! do it damn-it!
shut up and do it!
i am one of the great one's,
i deserve some respect!
Shut up and stay in
my corner!
OOh, ooh, Ooh!
the night vision drops
and I need some loving
how can i if these lazaheifias
keep squatting and doing nothing!
got me working day and night
need more time to freshin up
can't stay fresh!
I can't stay fresh!
Show me some love huh!
Show me some respect!
Take me as I am,
or have knowthing at all!
let me be the one
you know!
you Know!
Aint know woman like
the one i got!
just stay in my Corner!
Shut up and do it!
it's ah wonderful world
man it's some kinda
wonderful.
when i see the end
of the day
i say it's ah wonderful world!
Ah long days night
:but before I let go.
i wanna tell you something
love soft as an easychair
you know,
the easychair the
one you say
now that i've found you,
you understand Mr. Camera man
ah!
ah!
ave maria!
gonna stick cling
and make love with you!
Play the music man!
Play the music
just shut up and Do it!
aint nobody dope as me
i'm so fresh and clean
let me see that thong1
I need some loving man!
I need some lovin!
I don't know much
one thing I
do know
is i love you!
i do
I do
i really
really do!
you are my freind
you my ghetto woman!
shelaya ,
la, la, la
means i Love you
i wanna hold your hand!
it's been such
along time
i still love you
guess I
always will!
you've gone
and made me such a fool
i don't wanna be a fool!
no never again!
cause i am a real
american!
American Woman
get away from me!
Sike!
Come Back and
love Me again!
I was the one who adored you!Stay in my Corner Babe!
Ohh, ooh< ooh, Ooh!
you know I'm married
where did we do that at!
like it!
like it!
like it!
Aint no woman like
the one i got!
Lavender id purple
and bamboo is
green
come woman
be the star of my team!
the delicate balance
of doin it right
the passionate man is me
baby thats outta sight