How do I walk about this town,when all i see is tears and pain?
The guns,the knives,the gangs i've seen.It's not a joke.It aint no game.
Being the only white girl when all i see is black,makes me take a step back.I hear the sirens at night i hear screaming the fights.It all rushes in my mind,I think about it all the time.I see people selling drugs,all the gansters and the thugs.Men ten times older then the children that they're lovin.It's the ghetto,YES i'm afraid im gonna die.But living in this place,you can't greive you CANNOT cry.If they see fear they will tear you to shreds.So I lay in my bed when noones around,the tears they fall i dont know what im about.Who i am.. why do i deserve this kind of life?These men try to get me alone everytime I walk out of the door!No you cannot have me,I CANT TAKE THIS ANY MORE!So i fall on my knees I pray to god to get me out of this place.But it's to late.Everything I've seen is stained inside of my memory.Only to never fade away.Who do I have to hold onto?When everytime I reach,they hold my hand then let me go.I've got to be strong.I have to be.Even if know one else is.Even if I have noone.Will I die tonight?I dont know so i grab onto my pillow tight and i dont ever let go.I swear if there is any good left in me,it's clinging onto everything i have.
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Sometimes i look in the mirror and ask myself a question.Do i like the person staring back?If I do,then thats all that matters.