![]() Baltimore's YouthA Poem by ROXANE DORSEY
Baltimore uprising, Freddie Gray and many others to say,
this isn't the way. A way down an unforsaken path to no avail. No where but the corner to plight. No social skills, we might tis well fight. Boundaries crossed bring on the wars of disrespect and neglect feelings of despair. No one's to share. Low self-esteem, teens drink fuel of fire to give them liquid courage, a fighting desire. What a mean joke when young folks can't fight instead pull the lead to the trigger. All they conspire is murder for hire. Shame to loose a good kid to the dead. No respect for the suspect who murders. Oh, how we must indulge to comfort the problem to bring about a solution for inner city youth who don't give a hoot. © 2017 ROXANE DORSEY |
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Added on December 9, 2017 Last Updated on December 9, 2017 AuthorROXANE DORSEYbaltimore, MDAboutlove poetry since it has been embedded in my mind deeply way back when I was 4 years old. A very good reader in pre-school. Nursery rhymes tuned me in even deeper. more..Writing
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