As it was hard to believe about this rose that grew from poverty
Not to show fear but dreaded in filth
Outside a liquor store in the hood with no privacy
A crack through the earth mislead with a tilt
The soul of the streets sang
G.H.E.T.T.O
Lil kids with big kids dreams
Unlike the thugs the gangsters were nothing mellow
That perfection created harmony
A beat of rain
Collaborated broken Mahogany
The world to the fullest of strange
Full of passionate lives
P.U.S.H passed time pointless try
Created a passionate thrive
But the petal made bloodstained eyes cry
Because the rose felt the earthquake when the petal fell
Kids were homeless because their parents were strung on crack or behind a lock down jail cell
Poetry
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Your writing is so passionate and real. This was an excellent piece and your experience really comes through. Thank you.