Ghetto Poem by Marshall E Gass

Ghetto



I will stand in the shadow of the sun which burns a scar
on the back of people who like
to shift in the shadows of the night
and blame everybody for giving them a homeland
for their excuses.

I will stand where the teargas
melts my eyes and the batons write their scars
on my coloured skin
because I asked for bread.

I will stand in the light and hum
my soulful music that echoes off
the walls of pop charts and make
everybody dance because they do not
understand my words.

I will stand in the pools of streetlights
and sell my body, my baby, my beauty-
because nobody cared
to ask me a human question on want.

I will stand before God
and question why he taught me
the language of worship
amd wisdom to know the difference
between skin and colour and asking
and read the book he has to offer
that says the truth in so many pages.

I will stand alone.
I will stand alone.

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Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: metaphor
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