Chester

what i see on the streets of my city

Trash coated streets

Broken community

Under bullets we sleep

Like wild fire , our pain is too hard to sustain

ignorance holds wool over our eyes

Education is forsaken

increasing the simple mistake we are making

Young confidence defeated

Young dreams are retreating

Materials are idolized

Fun is dark 

the wrong is prioritized

Folks need money

So crime is in our their lives

Young black girls beguiled

living in loveless homes 

their parents in jail

looking for love in males

they put their souls on shelves

Confusing love with lust

now their dreams are covered with dust

For males there is not much

Fatherless son , which moms raise

Without seeing a man 

they dont know how men behave

Like father like son

So they get caged

Hopes rot , dreams fade

In the end they want to get saved

Alcohol and weed hid misfortune

Moral contortion

At the bottom

Wishing they stayed on the path of graduation

instead of hanging at the train station

Police degrade them

Authority dismays them

Manifesting self-hatred

Now demons are created

Churches on every block

The Lord protects us , not cops

Faith is not enough

In God the parents do not trust

So the preachers words wont mean much

Unless the family shows trust

the cycle seems endless

their sins can be forgiven

nothing is permanent

we can move on from it

Reviews

[TheReal]

I know the truth of the city. I hate the truth of the city. I love the realness of this poem. I do wish that there was more of a flow to this but you did a good job. Keep it up. Oh and look for you're grammar mistake... stanza 3 on the fifth line ;)

[Jamar Saunders]

Thank you. Your thoughts are appreciated

[Gothic Girl]

a great presentation of reality. this poem sure hit a spot in the society. brilliant piece! you portrayed reality distinctly. that's what i loved about this. a touch of reality makes the poem more special. :)