Ghetto Story Poem by Blessing Asake

Ghetto Story

Rating: 5.0


Many from my source with wide dreams,
Waking up with alot of imaginations,
Imaginations with no help; limit to one self,
Shatter with alot.

Nothing to write home about,
Starving for mansion; Just in our imaginations,
The old story continues for generation; waiting for saviour.

Dreams are in thoughts
No love for ghetto: we lavish and slaughter with lust,
Talents are going for free,
Egg with no sauce.

Yet I can still have a home,
I place to call mine,
Where world call dirty
I'm from ghetto.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Our ghetto where people see people
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
LeeAnn Azzopardi 19 February 2023

Excellent piece Blessing Top 5

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