Life in the ghetto

[Shadows]

I was bored waiting for my friend to text me to see what we were going to do for his b-day. He told me that he might only do a familly thing, so it's cool.

I made this poem waiting for him:

Growing up I learned a lot from my mom,
teaching me the woman side of being calm
how to treat a girl when we go to prom
how to be a man and withstand any job,
working 2 jobs ain't no time to sob

she seem to understand anything at hand
but don't understand why her sons cant be a man
dad was always confusing us with his hate
"I'ma stab him, then we'll be a family again"

so we hate the only man that can teach us
how to react when we lust
what to be wearing when we bust
what to do when we first
feel our new babys touch
what to feel when we love
Therefore, we don't learn this stuff
and when push comes to shove
We stare out bars and think of
our children, while they have it rough
Soon, they think they are not enough
then think they have to be tough
then the cycle continues to more cuffs

This is life in the Ghetto