The Hood
I am who I am
I wonder if my neighborhood will get better
I hear gunshots and sirens
I see all the drug dealers and homies
I want better for my neighborhood
I am who I am
I pretend nothing is ever wrong
I feel like crap walking home to a dirty neighborhood
I touch a piece of garbage
I worry night after night
I cry bullet after bullet
I am who I am
I understand it is rough in the hood
I say to my Dad, ”Will it get better?”
I dream nothing but god and family
I try hard to clean up my garden, it’s a start
I hope things will change
I am whom I am, A Home Owner who cares
This article appears in November 2007.
