Imagination … Poem by Onyx Blake

I imagine that one day everyone will live up to the latest fashions, no concentration, no melodies, everyone using their own remedies, for treatments, no broke down apartments, no ghettos or hoods, with aspirations and imaginations, acceptations, no more deceptions, no crack, no coke, no clashing into a men in the streets, then getting poked in the gut, cause you weren’t paying attention, maybe because I was just stuck in my own silly imagination, girls will always get pregnant underage, boys will always smoke crack, no order, no peace, desperate teens, with no ambitions, inspirations, and worst of all…no imaginations