You don’t see what I see
Prostitutes
Drug abusers
Dope dealers in my family since as far back as I can remember
Poor recycled toys in December
No privacy
Me and my sister shared the same room
Sometimes…
The same clothes
Mommy would leave us at home alone…
Our friend’s mom was the same way
It was always like that around those days
You don’t see what I see
Rats, roaches & poverty
Gunfire every night…
Drive-byes
Angry youth having street fights
Domestic violence
It’s all natural where I come from
Most kids have street knowledge but in class…
straight ass dumb.
Blacks shoot blacks and…
shoot any other color in a feud.
Young girls grow up nasty, rude, and confused
You don’t see what I see
When I go outside…
I hear police sirens “on the daily”
Fire Marshall and Paramedics
Crack
“Meth” and…
Heroin addicts.
Burglary
Murder
Drunk-driving
Mean-Mugs and…
Fake smiles, you never know…
you never know who has a gun…
Male or female…
People stab the backs of their own loved ones…
Most go to church…
even had a few crooked preachers…
mayors and police officers…
it’s sad when you read about the people in your local paper.
You don’t see what I see
White man buying up all “tha” property making us move from the bay…
to the valley…
because they increased the rent.
Crime is at an all time high…
We’ve got a curfew.
They close all the liquor stores at 9pm
(Now that’s F’d up) and..
if you don’t make it there before they close then…
Your S… out of luck…
those are the only stores in the city.
No one goes to the city council meetings…
that’s why they do this to us.
Too much violence…
I’m afraid to send my kids on the bus…
but I do it anyway…
they’ll just have to adjust.
You don’t see what I see
Young mothers dealing with…
C. P. S. and…
Welfare –
most fathers don’t care about much except the corner…
new cars and…
what to wear –
Selling and using drugs for “Multiple plus years”…
Many funerals…
many tears…
Barbershop, out the garage, candy houses…
in the ghetto most of us hustle through these blocks…
in and out of juvenile detention…
county jail…
prison…
young men and young women
You don’t see what I see.
Long Section-8 wait…
PG&E turned off…
foreclosed homes…
gangs…
AIDS
Angry parents shouting at rallies and protest against…
the police brutality…
street violence –
A witness to the crime silenced.
Lots of abortions…
Lots of extortion…
75% of the people in the city aren’t legal…
breaking every health & safety code
You don’t see what I see
People with talent trying to make it out…
through their music…
sports…
school…
writing…
acting…
building…
or just being good at “talking-from-the-mouth”
I see the strive…
I see the struggle to survive…
better days…
I see lots of lives that can be changed and saved…
I see the educational programs…
drug rehabs…
job fairs…
I see options…
I see me and me = One …
I can see a way out…
Now you can see what I see…
Don’t be blind to the facts…
Reality check…
Can you survive the experience?
Poet James De’Mario Shepard (AKA: Rio Big) reserves all rights and reproduction without written permission is not permitted. If found, legal action will be taken against the person(s) or company(s) that have cut or pasted (Plagiarized) any portion of this written document. Published © 2011 March
(As a way of giving back, I will feature poetry by young artist so that they can showcase their abilities and passion in the form of literary expression. It’s my commitment as an established self-published author to inspire the youth in their literary endeavors, showing them that there are those out here who sincerely care about them, but most importantly, show them that it is possible for their dreams unfold. G. D. Grace 2011, March)
Prostitutes
Drug abusers
Dope dealers in my family since as far back as I can remember
Poor recycled toys in December
No privacy
Me and my sister shared the same room
Sometimes…
The same clothes
Mommy would leave us at home alone…
Our friend’s mom was the same way
It was always like that around those days
You don’t see what I see
Rats, roaches & poverty
Gunfire every night…
Drive-byes
Angry youth having street fights
Domestic violence
It’s all natural where I come from
Most kids have street knowledge but in class…
straight ass dumb.
Blacks shoot blacks and…
shoot any other color in a feud.
Young girls grow up nasty, rude, and confused
You don’t see what I see
When I go outside…
I hear police sirens “on the daily”
Fire Marshall and Paramedics
Crack
“Meth” and…
Heroin addicts.
Burglary
Murder
Drunk-driving
Mean-Mugs and…
Fake smiles, you never know…
you never know who has a gun…
Male or female…
People stab the backs of their own loved ones…
Most go to church…
even had a few crooked preachers…
mayors and police officers…
it’s sad when you read about the people in your local paper.
You don’t see what I see
White man buying up all “tha” property making us move from the bay…
to the valley…
because they increased the rent.
Crime is at an all time high…
We’ve got a curfew.
They close all the liquor stores at 9pm
(Now that’s F’d up) and..
if you don’t make it there before they close then…
Your S… out of luck…
those are the only stores in the city.
No one goes to the city council meetings…
that’s why they do this to us.
Too much violence…
I’m afraid to send my kids on the bus…
but I do it anyway…
they’ll just have to adjust.
You don’t see what I see
Young mothers dealing with…
C. P. S. and…
Welfare –
most fathers don’t care about much except the corner…
new cars and…
what to wear –
Selling and using drugs for “Multiple plus years”…
Many funerals…
many tears…
Barbershop, out the garage, candy houses…
in the ghetto most of us hustle through these blocks…
in and out of juvenile detention…
county jail…
prison…
young men and young women
You don’t see what I see.
Long Section-8 wait…
PG&E turned off…
foreclosed homes…
gangs…
AIDS
Angry parents shouting at rallies and protest against…
the police brutality…
street violence –
A witness to the crime silenced.
Lots of abortions…
Lots of extortion…
75% of the people in the city aren’t legal…
breaking every health & safety code
You don’t see what I see
People with talent trying to make it out…
through their music…
sports…
school…
writing…
acting…
building…
or just being good at “talking-from-the-mouth”
I see the strive…
I see the struggle to survive…
better days…
I see lots of lives that can be changed and saved…
I see the educational programs…
drug rehabs…
job fairs…
I see options…
I see me and me = One …
I can see a way out…
Now you can see what I see…
Don’t be blind to the facts…
Reality check…
Can you survive the experience?
Poet James De’Mario Shepard (AKA: Rio Big) reserves all rights and reproduction without written permission is not permitted. If found, legal action will be taken against the person(s) or company(s) that have cut or pasted (Plagiarized) any portion of this written document. Published © 2011 March
(As a way of giving back, I will feature poetry by young artist so that they can showcase their abilities and passion in the form of literary expression. It’s my commitment as an established self-published author to inspire the youth in their literary endeavors, showing them that there are those out here who sincerely care about them, but most importantly, show them that it is possible for their dreams unfold. G. D. Grace 2011, March)
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