Over The Palm Beach Bridge Poem by Christina Sunrise

Living on the Ritzy side,
Rolls Royces are the choice of ride
and mansions paid by family’s pride,
hidden by bushes is where they hide.
Crossing the water where the dolphins swim,

you see another world that looks a little grim.
For shopping carts are more the norm,
transporting laundry even during a storm.
Then there is the drug dealers, crack houses and prostitutes too,
Trying to exist day to day without a clue.
Now I hear they are saying they are going to bulldoze all this,
You know it’s people can’t fight with money or resist,
for poverty is not really solved it still PERSISTS.
We need to create a better way,
to solve this problem of tomorrow and today.
Since then I hear of Millionaire Reality Show,
Where a Millionaire comes to the Ghetto.
I talked to him, and he shared he was scared,
but acting like it was more of a dare.
“Well, I lived over there” I said,
which went way over his head.
It was almost like talking to a piece of bread.
Living in the ghetto, I prayed and I cared.
People are REAL and they are scared.
Let’s start from a common ground,
To change this Palm Beach County town.
By Christina Sunrise copyright 2011