Ghetto Poem by Santos Taíno Santiago
Ghetto
There is love and joy in the ghetto
I hear Mr Softy in the distance
little girls skipping to double dutch
little boys plays stick ball
There is life and death in the ghetto
Maria was killed by José
Lala was shot by the bodega
a stray bullet missed it's target
Junebug hustled for every dime he could get
There is love, joy and death in the ghetto
and plenty of yellow tape
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