Get me, from the ghetto, I say.
Here I wish, like in Alice’s day.
Emergent, is my complete plea.
Take me away, please set me free.
Tears have been wiped; so dry.
Only my mind; will not say goodbye.
Growing up here, I must shun.
I have no dreams, left but one.
Reel me into that bubble to float.
Let me share outside, what I tote.
Oh I can just feel the pain coming from this poor girl and I feel it hard. I pray for all ghetto people, I hurt for them and I feel for them. You portrayed this picture very clearly Cecil, excellent work. Melvina
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Quite moving, it reads with the intensity of a prayer.