GHETTO TEARS

Tears of aspiration floods the ghetto with all types of inspirations;

day in day out the cries of the ghetto is heard;

guns blasting; police sirens screaming;

still the ghetto prays to see the day when their pains of suffering can be curled;

Trying to find their way out of poverty;

their minds are cluttered with all types of anarchy;

leaning towards every possible outcome to make ends meet;

never will they allow the aura of defeat;

confined in slums; endeavoring to find ways out;

the ghtettos of all foreign and domesticated lands strives to feed their mouth;

Ghetto stands on every corner; waiting for the lost souls to quench their thirst;

in return they receive respect through commerce;

they would even place their neighbors under surveillance;

so that when their residence are unattended,

like a thief in the night, their occupancy would swiftly meet their acquaintance;

Lets not forget the bodacious ghettos, who would bombard strangers with no remorse;

exposing all shapes and size of steals overtly;

intentionally to vandalize, rob, and steal with marginal force;

survival of the fittest only the strongest survives;

This is the code of the ghetto in order to stay alive;

Many ghettos have crossed the path of no return;

for money, power, and respect they continued to strive;

already born in a life of hell, how will they burn?

Few ghettos have chosen to allow their tears to taint the surface of papers and walls;

while others vocalize their emotions to the masses;

through rap, reggae, soul, deejay, hip-hop, punk rock, and the list flows;

Not to mention the ghettos' lustful and envious prides;

they would walk or drive the streets with class;

even though their burdens ripples like the ocean's tides;

cars sitting on 20s or 22 inch rims; shining with high intensity;

speakers blasting music of redemptions, rage, frustration, grievance, and sexual gratifications;

I suppose this is how the ghetto advertises that they are still the majority;

Living it up the bourgeoise way, the ghettos seek to assimilate;

through education, implantation, dilution, and experimentations;

they have inconspicuously detached themselves from where they came from;

conficting confronations explodes like the disaster of nine eleven;

words of scandalous, humiliation, and shameful expressions,

lashes out like thunderbolts from heaven;

these are the ghetto tears that still pours like rain;

Written by: Ricky Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

copyright 2007

THE DILEMMA

Yearning for your attention;

I am caught up in a dilemma that I have yet to mention;

I wish i could spill my entire affection;

but the unhealed scars that I have makes the feeling taboo;

longing to hold you in my arms;

I am left with just the thought of loving you;

Yearning for your attention;

I am caught up in a dilemma that I have yet to mention;

when I see your presence,

I believe more and more that you are my soul mate;

that you are the one that set my heart free;

Yearning for your attention;

I am caught up in a dilemma that I have yet to mention;

how can I place a smile on your face;

and be the sun that shines in your grace;

Yearning for your attention;

I am caught up in a dilemma that I have yet to mention;

I will cross the ocean for you and bring you the moon;

Will you be my strength and keep me in tune;

Yearning for your attention;

I am caught up in a dilemma that I have yet to mention;

I try to hold back the feelings that I have for you;

but each time that I do, cupid tweaks my heart with an arrow;

Yearning for your attention;

I am caught up in a dilemma that I have yet to mention;

I wish I could spill my entire affection;

but the unhealed scars that I have makes the feeling taboo;

longing to hold you in my arms;

I am left with just the thought of loving you

written by: Ricky Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

copyright 2008