Poetry

Poetry is a "responsible attempt to understand the world in human terms through literary composition." says an online dictionary. But if you take it out of a "intelligent context" so to speak, all it is is expressed emotions. Poetry is verbal art, due to the fact that it has meaning, it has expressions, it has rhythm, movement, and type of art elements. Poetry is a way to escape from your world and express what you feel either verbally or just through writing. Here is a poem that I wrote myself, noticing the things in my community and just in daily lives, of the urban youth and family here in Chicago.

Hate It Or Love It.....

On going violence
People roaming through the streets
Crooked cops drug lots
In the air...smell of pot
People wastin' there lives
People droppin' like dimes
You can hate it or love it
It's viewed by many lives

The will to achieve by oh so many few
With the hope of graduating from high school
Not being distracted by a gang or crew
Some come to school to
Act a fool
To do the do
Or to sell what they can to make quick loot
Hate it or love it
It's sad to say
This goes on in high schools
Almost everyday

Striving, working hard
Trying to make the honest American money
Cash the check
Pay the bills
Still wind up broke
Which is nowhere near funny
The working poor
Trying to live the American Dream
Trying hard to provide for there family
Can't get all what they need
Got to wait two weeks, just to be broke like the last week
Hate it or love it
It still goes on
The working poor
Tryin' to make life in some shape or form

Young ones gettin' shot, gettin' raped, gettin' beaten by the ones they know
By the people in there lives, that's supposed to love them the most
The will to run away
But the thought of nowhere to stay
To scared to tell another soul whats going on
Afraid of judgement, embarrassment, or what others would say when they come along
No one to talk to
The feeling of being all alone
But the thought of coming home....is like a long sad song
Hate it or love it
All across America
It goes on in so many homes
But no one decides to pick up the phone.

Pause...think..rewind to change the past
Only if life was that easy....
To change all the didn't to should have's...
The happy from the sad's...
The missin in action mom and dad's
To all the mistakes that were maid plaid
Slow motion
Think in our minds
Of what we can do
To help change these hard times.....

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