my life is so full of corruption
drugs money prostitution drowning my streets that i call home
home of all death with the motion of a bullet
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WOW! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ...i was looking thro your poems and this...stuck out at me. I dont know the whole street life but i know of it. I know those guys addicted to crack..those girls who sell themselves..iv seen the bullets and the guns and the weed...i live near the street but just far enough i guess so that i am not in it..but this was amazing.
WOW I FEEL YOU BREEZE IS HARD THE STREETS TELL A MILLION STORIES BUT SADLY ONLY PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN THE GHETTO GET TO HEAR THESE STORIES U PAINTED A WELL PICTURE FILLED WITH HOPE AND TRAGEDY A 10 MY DEAR FRIEND...
This is a very powerful poem, Breeze. If you have not already done so, I hope you will read my poem, Mean Street. Regards Ron
Spoken like a true hero...i feel so sad, but that proves how good a writer you are.
The streets of unforgivin...........killing like a river that has no ends.Could our prays able to resolve the madness? God helps us all! Greta writes from you Breeze.
Dear Breeze, it's very sorrowful what you describe in your street, is there any real compensation or depart from that sad situation are living in? I think we should call for whole change in minds and ways of leaving and the whole politico-economical system, where can we find that? Very sheer piece, honest from deep in heart.
I think your poem was very attractive..but you try to write short...
i think this poem is like amazing! i dont know what its like on the streets but now i have at least like an idea PEACE