Chaos Poem by Ashaunti Taylor

Chaos

Rating: 5.0


I see a dying world,
There's people living on the streets,
Innocent children are dying of STDs,
Their parents are sprung on crack,
Sexual preditors look for little girls, who can't fight back, to neglect,
Violence is a bad influence, but people use it to get respect,
Kids make a fool of themselves when they bring guns to school,
Their parents are never home,
Teenage girls are walking around here thinking they're grown,
All they want to do is have sex and tal on the phone,
Months and months go by, she's pregnant, so now she's not so fly,
Her baby's daddy is somewhere, gettting high,
He doesn't believe that the baby is his, but DNA doesn't lie,
She dropped out of high school and let her life pass her by,
The baby cried and cried, until it got old enough to realize right from wrong,
He wonders why his mother is singing the same old sad song,
She sings songs to cover up what is wrong, Her baby's daddy is still getting high, but this he he searches for a new thong to pull,
He searches in a place, where he call 'his hood', and his boys say 'man, I wish I could',
Money, cars, clothes, and having sex with a hoe, are all he and his boys know,
BANG, BANG, BANG, a gun was shot,
Nobody snitches on my boy Dee, or you'll get-got,
As Dee, Pee, and Tee ran from the cops,
I wonder when will this crazy chaos stop.

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Ashaunti Taylor

Ashaunti Taylor

Paterson, New Jersey
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