They wander the streets to sell what they have
Often looking to steal to have what they want
Their bodies for sale, so they can inhale
They have disconnected from life, to live
Such too tragic tale, always wanting to get higher
To which I can avail
But it only has one outcome to be dead or in jail
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About Me
- Jimmy J.
- Poetry, what is it? A poet what is that? I doubt its me ! To me poetry is a word description of life. No matter a good or bad life only the truth of life. A poet can only truly describe a life he lives or has lived. One can not write about drug addiction, gangs, violence, and despair if he or she has not dwelled there. I write things I feel because I have been there, done that and know what many people feel because I feel it. What effects the young today effected the old yesterday. Nothing really has changed when it comes to poverty. I write about black and white issues because I feel neither black nor white, because I refuse to wear color of skin. I write about the young because I never grew up. I write about the old because the years added up.
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