As society exclude us the government
holds us as infants captured poverty
ironically thought of miscellaneous
lines, constantly undermined can't hear
your voice clearly through this concrete
Wall but silently wait for those who undermine us in the ghetto. our class of living captured us to convey
the anointing shots that call us victory and sensitivity in our dear hearts and ferocious minds lost, indeed she sitting and writing down my words, still I'm more ghetto
District 18
Plantard Dacull
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Poem topics: concrete, lost, poverty, dear, voice, society, wait, hear, wall, class, victory, government, thought, ghetto, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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