Verlecia fields


A little Hood nurse rhyme


Down in the Hood
were the grass don't grow
are the left over memories
of a half eat blacken soul

were dreams need hope
and hope never see the light of day
and little handouts only
place little band-aids

and then the night comes
and out jumps
all the boogeymen
who will shoot
everyone and even little kids

so don't you tell
and don't you sneeze
because someone
could come and
cut you off at the knees

and when the bow brake
from all the white snow
falling from were
only man made devils knows

I'll be praying
to the MAN up of above
to send down some
of his Heavenly love
so we who care
can save ourselves
and release ourselves
from a man made Hell~

Submitted: Thursday, November 01, 2007
Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011

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