Long Street life Poems

used lighters and used condoms
street life oh street life 
we are living in the ghetto
we are the victims 
of corruption
we are the rejected stones
street life oh street life
 we must survive

you will not want to...

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let me be honest
 i can’t help but do my white girl dougie
and my half assed twerk
when i hear i tight beat
because my mind is hooked 
on hip-hop and this culture 
so stereotyped with hood...

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HOMELESS POETRY

These are poems about the homeless and poems for the homeless.



Epitaph for a Homeless Child
by Michael R. Burch
		
I lived as best I could, and then I died.
Be careful where you step: the grave is...

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(a holiday vignette)

I’m taking a chunk of my holi-days to work on my thesis (So is Lisa). Without classes we can fully devote our minds to them.
My senior thesis hangs over me, I can’t ignore...

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Petes Story

Pete was 27 when his life changed forever
An honest man he lived life with endeavour
At 18 working as an apprentice and carving a life
At 21 he'd bought his own house got married had a...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Story: Street Life
written: July/2014


    Child, I have seen many nights
turn to dawn, out in the streets.
I was you once,  left home thinking that 
I could take care of myself at eighteen.
   ...

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Once a free and energetic teenager from a good home with every reason to succeed, she was later offered promises of greater thrills but only given a long ride of deception and lies. Many years...

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Within these financial times of hardship we all tend to look around for some type of means 
for an escape?

At times, it just feels like there is no deliverance from these times and that the...

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For my Brother on his bipolar journey


With fifty-nine tears, I stare at the phone, wanting to 
understand.  I had your voice in my hand.  Intense pain now 
washes through our decade’s bones. ...

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In the early morning hours I sit and think of a time, a place, a moment it was 
almost twenty years ago,
In the distant I heard the gun shots ring out , 
soon I was...

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i'm tired of these boys that aint no good
i'm tired of these boys that aint goin nowhere, ghetto for life, no further than the 
hood
i'm tired of these boys poppin females off and goin to...

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The Word professional according to Webster New World Dictionary(Third   
College Editon)means: engaged in, or worthy of high standards of a profession.
designating or of a school, esp. a graduate school, offering instruction in a...

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The Rundown 


I’m feeling all boxed up 
caving from within...
Constructive delusion of truth 
I can’t believe what I’m in...
Dreams of my youth
with a prison stint
my passions  deep within 
letting very few in...
I’ve been down...

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inspired by a kin of mine

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I am born to hassle
Grown to live with hustlers
I am born in the street and raised in the waves of nowhere
I am the daughter of the cage
Under the bridge is where I lay my head
I...

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A father that who was never there that I cried lonely tears of missing a man that 
didn’t even want me that a man threw me on streets in the rain or a shadow and...

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say what? gibberish jabber and jive
thrown off by  that name design
i’ll pause for hee-larious devilish crime,
just this once, yo!
befriending puzzled game of who i am


roarrr! gotta hang loose and chillax...

click the clock and go...

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It's the life of a street nigga 
get money or die trying in the process
If a nigga make it 21 where Im from
that mean you blessed 
all the drama and stress that just goes with...

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WISDOM OF OZ/Words/

THEY CALLED HIM THE WISDOM OF OZ/A BALLER, BANGER/ WITH A WIDE RANGE OF KNOWLEDGE
INTO THE STREET LIFE OF PIMPIN’,LOAN SHARKING, SHAKE DOWN’S,GRAB –N-SNACH/ DON’T LEAVE YOUR DAUGHTER’S ON THE STUP MAN/ THE...

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twinkle twinkle little star she had a dream that went too far.all she wanted ws to be loved,all 
she wanted was to be wanted.all she wanted was to be acknowledged.
from a child to a woman...

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This story goes as follows back when I was 19 a hot boy 
my vision it was hollow she was 17 the sweetest girl that I 
ever met, we wrote each other poetry but she...

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The world is empty paper,
I have ink;
The world is smoother,
When I am the king!
The world is androgynous,
When I’m pop pink.
The world is my canvas,
Destiny makes me furious,
The written walls make me curious!!
I decorate the city...

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Will he rise up will he fall
He will ball, stand tall through it all
He will hustle until the man calls
All day everyday 'cause the game is plentiful
Will he live to see another 24

It's the corolation...

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Woman after woman,
it almost seems thats the story of my life
but I can't figure out who's wrong who's right
so what do I do, just remain outta sight
so here I go again back to the night...

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A girl named Mouse

There once was a girl named mouse,
She ran away from her parents house.

No place to call home
It is on the streets she will roam, 

Found shelter at the park,
On new adventures she...

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