A Poem by José Humilde

This is the poem that I had before "A Sunday Stroll." If you'd like, read that after this, and see the improvements?


spinning fast, seeing colors.

seeing families with single mothers.  


look, there goes a crackhead scurrying up the street.

what a shame, not even shoes for his feet.  


hear the siren of that pig's car?

five dollars says he's headed toward's Ray's Bar.  


speaking of bars, how bout some liquor?

Let's head through the drive-thru to get that s**t quicker.


cruise up the block with the bass up loud.

the dude's in a hoopty, but still feels proud. 


"pssh, look at that buster rollin' on Daytons."

"you're just a punk, fool, why you be hatin'?"   


the place be bumpin' he's blastin' 1000 watts.

people take cover, as they hear some gunshots.  


One man's fortune, striked up another man's greed.

They found no clues, no suspects, no leads.  


Thats just how it goes, here in this place that I call home.

If you ever come visit, make sure you don't come alone.

© 2010 José Humilde

Author's Note

José Humilde
Any and all comments are welcome. Thanks for reading! :)

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The rhyming seems so natural. Like you just wrote a poem, and it happened to rhyme. Nice write. I grew up in Newark, New Jersey, so I can definitely relate to this.

Posted 11 Years Ago

I really do love this piece. The rhyme is great. I particularly love the tone of the speaker. I wish I had some criticism, but I can't really find anything.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on May 14, 2010
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Tags: urban, youth, guns, shooting, crack, inner city, gangs, music


José Humilde
José Humilde

Pocatello, ID

I'm a simple man with a complex mind. I was born and raised in southeastern Idaho, and wouldn't change a thing. I'm a young 21-year-old Chicano who has a deep understanding for his culture. I'm.. more..