Fighting a battle
I wonder the thoughts of people in the ghetto as. The women who are mother, sisters, wives, girlfriends and friends. Sitting and mourning over the pictures of there husbands, sons, brother, boyfriends and friends, who were killed in the street, as Gangstas or hustlers. As both where simply out there chasing money for themselves and their families to have better lives and better opportunities. because its kinda hard seeing people on t.v spending money like its toilet paper that you throw away after using it, when is tough for you causes you don’t have enough to fill your stomach at night cause life in poverty is rough. Which in essences makes it right for you to forget about your talents(cause either ways opportunities don’t knock on your door) and do what ever you got to do to survive.
But I Wonder and wonder and wonder thoughts
Of how reality makes up angels and monsters.
But
Honestly
all I can do is wonder, cause not one soul can answer my question off, are we really free as humans?,cause it looks like we still slaves to money, as people do anything to obtain this piece of filter colored paper. Through pain or death.
(2013)
