419 Words... My Old Home Poem by David Beckham

419 Words... My Old Home

Rating: 4.8


One …two…one…two
Follow me as I take you on a journey back to my hood
Pay attention to the heart beat of the street
At every street corner a vice
On every street building is blood
In the silence of those desolate buildings
Hear the cries of mothers kicked and pushed out their houses
Their voices and their cries
Fill the echo at night
Feel the anger of the fathers stripped naked and beaten by the soldiers
Their blood, pave the path on which you walk
Join in the pain of young children whose tears is of:
A broken dream
Of no food to eat
Of no water to drink
Of no where to sleep
Look all around you
Be sure not to miss her majestic building
Her voluptuous skyscrapers
Its wings span out like an eagle
Rising upwards into the day sky
Elegant as the morning sun piercing the orb
A fatal attraction of its owner
Coveted at the price of making its citizens homeless
Heartless people and their greedy ways
The evil that men do
Here, dreams were started
Here, dreams ended
The roads were paved with tar
Tar that ran into neighborhood schools
To hospitals and stores and recreation center
And churches and mosques
And we lived in peace and helped each other
Even when we were dead broke and couldn’t buy soccer balls
We smiled
I shed a tear to you 1004
You showed me the world
Taught me how to socialize
My first date, my first everything was here
You taught us to love one another
But today like a prostitute you are in the hands of another man
I love you
We were suppose to be together
But no!
Oh...no…it hurts
He sold you off to the rich
Blood houses
I seen you the other day
You all pimped out now
New pool, new patio, new deck, new paint
No matter how hard they paint you over
On those paints
You will find our hands and our blood
They can’t erase those memories
Our stories and our pains
But I can’t help but thank you
You looking much better than I left you
Some dreams were trapped in here never to be seen again
And though the demonic force tore us apart
In a way it liberated us from complacency
Made us see talent we didn’t know we had
Tonight I pour a drink to those that are not here
They rest in peace knowing
You are better than when we left you

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Minnie Gehrig 13 August 2010

I love it veary visual extrordinary!

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Lynn Glover 13 August 2010

Thanks for taking me on a journey with you back to your old home, I saw the sorrow, the pain and also the elation when things got better. A very good write.. Lynn.

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Kevin Carney 13 August 2010

What a picture you paint with words. I could see it all as I read. I agree what a journey touching so many emmotions. Really great write. Thank you for sharing.

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Crystal Bradley 19 August 2010

Very passionate, wonderfully worded with deep meaning.

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Shania K. Younce 23 March 2014

This poem is so, very well done. It has a fluid motion, which is good. Bien!

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Allemagne Roßmann 20 August 2011

A broken dream Of no food to eat Of no water to drink Of no where to sleep All stories perhaps start from here.A very good write.Proven ability.

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Linda Torres 22 June 2011

very descriptive, well written, bittersweet journey though. Thanks for sharing..

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Zubyre Parvez 07 February 2011

great poem, check out my rap lyrics you might like..

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Kevin Carney 21 August 2010

Wonerful word craft and flow. I love this poem and as I sit and close my eyes I can see it all through the words you have written, Great write :)

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David Beckham

David Beckham

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