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chicana
chicana
16/F Southern California
It was a dark night Streets lights were there to reassure me of my existence As I ran with my shadow following me leaving foot prints on the floor Cop cars, sirens Neighbors knocking on my door Black chucks, blue laces I seen this happen too many times before Surrounded by red blood Spattered like the paint I use to tag up my name over the city The numbers 1992 tattooed on his leg Seeing my loved one laying there on the pavement I didn’t want to think he was dead The panic, the sweat and the tears This is what happens when you been living here for years Same hood, rival enemies Catch the bullets flying in the sky You’ll be lucky enough if you catch one and don’t die This life of mine feels like a dream A nightmare I wish that I could wake up from You know what I mean? Why should the life of this shorty have to be so rough? I’m looking for the way out Before I’m next then blaow that’s the end.
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Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC
Close to death
These low income kids need more motivation My teachers don’t know the problems we are facing I am not a rich privledged girl I am a chicana, raised in the ghetto type of girl Let me take you inside of my world Just next to my house is where the gangsters meet If you say something wrong They’re quick to leave you dead in the street Graffiti and gang signs is all you see on the walls If you take a walk and hear shots You wouldn’t want to be in deep Cops can stop you just because they can People like us, do you really think they give a **** My brother is always getting stopped by a white man They tell him “Put your hands over your head” Any sudden movement and he is for sure dead In the night the guns are pulled Gang enemies coming over Looking for problems up to no good The street rules are in place like it would Gun shots and sirens are playing in the background of my hood Poverty makes times even more rough I didn’t get new kicks for Christmas I guess it’s just my luck I have faith in God that I will get out of being stuck I have decided I have had enough...
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Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 1:38 AM UTC
Livin’ in the Ghetto