Where I come from,
People are berated...
For their accomplishments done.
Then are expected to participate,
In calls for community unity.
Only to socialize with others...
In a flaunting of their charaded pulchritude.
I prefer not to confuse their issues,
With what I do.
I like to mingle with those,
Who are straight up in the 'hood'.
Appreciating them for who they are.
And there is a mutual exchanging done too.
Without a fluffing up of plastic feathers.
'What do you know about living in the 'hood'? '
People like you would be surprised.
In fact...
People like you wouldn't know what to do,
If not appearing for photo ops...
After making hollow speeches.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem