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kyle. Male, 23, United States (6/22/2010 1:30:00 AM)

'Concrete Kid'

The need to feel my difference
Is a siren's song unsung
Has been urged by my indifference
To being black and male and young.

I was raised to brush the idea of
Being something off my shoulder.
Only street lights gave me love
And brightened every year that I got older.

It's so hard today in this everyday
Man made much unneccessary battling
Between my heart and yours. So love now bores?
Pray the streets do hush their rattling.

Kyle S. Hamp

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Katie Moore (7/3/2011 8:36:00 AM) Post reply
Kyle, I am quite touched by your poem. I don't know if you wrote this based on recent experience or past. I feel as though someone needed to reach out to you in your youth. To me this about the young, black male trying to make sense of the world with its prejudices and what it takes to survive on the streets, possibly even as a gang member, you have no choice living in a lower class neighborhood. The world of gangs has drawn you into a world that you fight to stay out of in an attempt to make something of yourself. If this is about you in a recent life, I wish you all the best and stay strong.

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