Inner City Blues Poem by Ajmacia McQueen

I look around and I see a city of struggle
Beautiful brown faces stifled from poverty,
Working hard to be rewarded little.
People trying to find ways to make it through,
Backed in a corner unable to leave
Bills raising higher, pockets getting slimmer
Mommy and daddy stressing from their decisions
Sacrifices made just so bills can be paid
Frigerator still empty belly’s still rumbling…

Broken promises for that broken girl
Broken dream in her broken world
Her baby born unplanned in her future
Baby’s daddy feigning for the money
Not enough jobs for an uneducated man
Go on the block on a daily hustling for the money
Selling that poison to that suffering mother…

Nightmares of death comes to her mind
Her only love buried 6 feet deep
Internal pain from the death of her child, she buries the needle deep in veins
The pain subsides as the drugs make her feel good
She fades as that tear drops.

This city’s building stands so tall and strong but the people crumbling inside
Too many blood dripping, to many mother crying, too much suffering.
This is a worst case of inner city Blues.