In My Home Town
By sharmeka
In my home town the smogged steel city of Pittburgh,Pennsylvania I see life leaving slowly, seldom noticed the way it does from sick hands letting go of prayer friendship collasping from prejudice and selfishness I use to hear pennies dropping in to tin cans children giggling fools laughing something beautiful coming my way are drowned out by the sounds of shots ringing in festivies and ghettos I use to see the gleaming beauti of elegance dancing on the breast of earthy women the stinch of hard work coming from the men in uniforms I use to see early birds in restaurant windows eating bacon and eggs lovers in corners tongueing each other relationship with time well spent now I see them shootting their eyes shallow apogolize angry family ties now when I look again at what I saw before I see life leaving leaving the hearts and eyes of the future I see handcuffs cutting into the wrist of criminals bumping there heads as they are stuffed in the bubble mobiles I see aggravation sickely lips fears I'am powerless to change the abnormalities of love and sad songs of my city I can only watch and wait for something good to latch on Written November 17th, 2001 © on Nov 17 2001 05:08 AM PST 0 • 1
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