We are forced to duck and dodge,
as bullets sweep these streets without a cause.
No names on the bullets; just death,
on concrete; memories left.
And the mothers; they weep.
Here we are in this war,
as consequences of us being scorned,
never forewarned about the dangers of these streets,
all we knew was getting high off of weed,
wanting to get away from the strict ways of daddy,
didn't know he was trying to prevent a baby from having a baby;
the streets raised me.
We are forced to duck and dodge,
as bullets sweep these streets without a cause.
No names on the shells; just death,
on concrete; memories left.
And the fathers; they mourn.
Here we are on this corner,
selling drugs like we can't do no better,
and the streets they slap us in the face,
and slap us in the face,
and slap us in the face like we are nothings,
a mere part of street scenery,
we have no validity as human beings,
but we are brought with a price by satan himself,
and he has convinced that at home we have nothing left,
his philosophy; there's no such thing as love.
We are forced to duck and dodge,
as bullets sweep these streets,
sweep these streets without a cause.
No names on the shells; just death,
on concrete; memories left.
And the communities; they pretend.
They pretend that they can feel the mothers tears from losing her young one to the streets,
they pretend that they can reach the fathers hearts as if to say " Hey man I've been there."
But only on the eleven o'clock news have they seen,
the pain and hurt that comes from these streets,
never tread foot upon the surface of what we feel,
never touched with their fingers the reality at will.
We are forced to duck and dodge,
as bullets sweep these streets without a cause.
No name on the shells; just death,
on concrete; memories left.
And we; we just run.
Run, so we won't be the ones bodies outlined on the pavement,
run, so we won't be suffering how many bullets to the chest,
run, so we won't end up another victim to these streets,
known for getting high smoking weed,
selling dope to the younger crowd,
screwing up their futures in the open and out loud,
being the cause of mothers screaming as they see the one she pushed out of her womb laying there; overdosed or shot dead,
again on these streets.
People wake up and smell the coffee,
because yes, this is the reality.
God says Jeremiah 29:11-14,
I'm knocking will you open up to me,
fear not one thing,
I come in peace,
I've only come to set the captives free.
I'll heal the wounds for you,
and wash them clean,
all I ask is for you to believe,
but this is the reality,
I'm for everybody,
not everybody's for me.
Author notes
It just came to me one night while I was reading the bible. So please read.
Lyrical Rain
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What just occurred to me after reading your poem is:
the street is hard, but the drugs are soft - like a peanut in a shell
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We need more poems like these, in that we need more people to see what you see, and know the truth and reality of such a hard life. You've delivered a real wake up call. Thank you for your eye opening entry in my contest.
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ahh too long ><
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Sark Dark Truth
Everything written here is "Stark Dark Truth" We're living today, how many more lives needs to be sacrificed before we live in peace.. just how many...
Very well written, keep up the good work.
Steven
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This poem is hot to death
Dear Lyrical Rain,
Ma this poem is so true.Unfortunetly to many people are dying over nonsense.I know first hand my 16 year old nephew became a victim in January 2007.And we're still trying to pick up the pieces.He's one of the reasons I started writing again.Keep up the good work.Sad that the only time the news crews come around are one somebody was killed.Second when somebody is arrested.It's crazy we need to wake up.
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Sadly
I know of this world only to well Many more friends died on the streets then in the Jungles of Nam. Staring with thwe weed they then moved on to Heroin & a young death.. Oh those sad streets indeed.
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THAT WAS HOT CUZ I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN LIK I LIVE IT EVERY DAY BUT IMA STOP RUNNIN ONE DAY AND LAY MOTIONLESS
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huh...i'm new to this site...,,,...
that was amazing, the style is captivating, organized, and it also gives that continuous feeling of pain going on forever. i loved it. -
Brilliant, I love what you did here with rhyme and repetition, and the message here is powerful. Captivating from beginning to end. I'm so glad to see this in the spotlight. Great work!
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Oh my God. It is one thing to feel a poem in my heart and in my soul, and another thing entirely to feel this poem in my scars. This is harsh reality, put to page, and I applaud you. This is brilliant work.
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You were there when I was growing up, weren't you?! OMG, girl, can I EVER relate to the stark truth pressed upon this page. Every line, a dagger to the soul...every word etched in the dried blood of painful lessons. Bookmarked, so I might come back often, and be reminded. Brilliant, dear one, simply brilliant!
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Bookmarked!!! Make it into a song and I'd buy it! Calligraphize it and I'd frame it!
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Absolutely loved this. As i can relate so much to it even still to this day do I see those concrete memories where my friends still lay...Great job thanks for sharing this.
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I'm afraid this goes wayyyy over the 24 line limit
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Thought the repetition worked well in this poem - filled with vivid visual images throughout the lines - many are raised in environments like this - good you expressed your feelings like this.
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Sweet :)
A really thoughtful poem... great write
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This a very powerful write. it shows what it is like to be on the streets. Wonderful write.
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This is good.
This is a powerful write, very descriptive and moving. I like it. I'm glad you shared this with the group.
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woahh this is a really good write! its so true its heartbreaking. you did an awesome job expressing what it is to live there.. i especially liked the phrase
"on concrete; memories left."
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lovin this seeing that i'm from the hood too this write is straight to the point of no return.
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this poem so very true..i have a few friends that used to live this life..but their parents got them too finally see the light..and they are trying to be better now..
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This poem is a true message... Anyone who has not experienced all these things can not truly know or understand this life.... I can only empathize with those who have had to face such horrible situations... and pray that things will be better soon... This is a very moving message and tears were in my eyes as I read..
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The realness of your words jump up and slaps in the face...for the streets have become many young ones home...terrible sad but true! niaish for sharing and for entering
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Excellent write..Very powerful,lyrical expression is always a fave of mine...
Wonderful pen...
Blessings
~A~
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I am real tired so bare with me. This is something It is raw life, real harsh life. I like that kind of hard hitting poetry.
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This is very good. I can hear the music in the background and you have a sound hook chorus. Nicely done. Thanks for sharing it with the Spoken Word Poets' Society.
John
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The message shouts loud and clear here, it speaks of a sense of hopelessness yet there is strength in the message. The repetition is very effective especially
'the streets, they slap us in the face, and slap us in the face
and slap us in the face'
it expresses the cycle of continuous abuse very poignantly. I also like the fact you use 'we are forced....' to show that it really isn't a chosen path.
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It seemed to stretch like a long endless rant.However, I did like the repettitions.Flow wasn't very smooth maybe because of the uneven syntax.Thanks for entering
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Whoa! This was powerfull! And the scripture reference makes it all the more powerful! But this is so true of so many teens out there. Teens sellin drugs, sneakin out, gettin high like there's no tomorrow! But Jesus give us a high higher than any weed. I can't say I've been in your shoes because I haven't but II praise God that you found Him before you ended up as part of a stat on the sheet! Praise God for every teenager who found Him before they ended up dead. God, please protect those who are still lost sheep! protect them Father and keep them safe!
Sorry for rambling there but this was a very powerful write! God bless you!
Your sister in Christ,
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This is so true of today's world.... Sometime I wonder, what has this world come to. Brothers against brothers, fathers against sons and even mother's against daughters.
The scripture quoted here is one that we should all go back and revisit...... Love is being lost by all and GOD is being forgotten.... Thank you for such an eye opening piece. We all need a wake up call during these trying times...... Thanks for this one....
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