Views of A Porch Slave

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A view of somebody who lives in the hood, seeing everything that goes on drunk.

These are the words from a porch slave
They cant hold me back, what did god say sipping e&j

17 years old, The neighborhoods, full of killers
I wonder if time, will heal their souls like its penicillin
Nowadays even grandmothers caught up in the drug dealing
Her son is stuck in the world
When he watched poverty steal his girl
he cried like a baby and hurled

Such a failistic mind state
See he put his life on the line, just to find, she was all fake

The truth is the lifestyle is hard to believe
She made straight A's in school but now abusing her knees
A need

To sacrifice her body for the paper
Plus she had low self-esteem, after a sex fiend raped her

I ask god to come and help the kids
They shot a man, high off meth and didn't know what they did again

It's just like the sports page
section by section
Breaking down the views of a porch slave

Written by: St. Scalesaveli (Alien Artform)
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Submitted: November 20, 2013

© Copyright 2020 Scalesaveli . All rights reserved.

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