My Hood Poem by T.Nkosimbusindaba Kennikainatti Mpila

My hood is a concrete jungle
A hard knock hustle
Full of broken kids
With missing puzzles
Words can fix them
Words can build them
Words can heal them
If every poem
a poet spoke
becomes part of the Bible
They believe in
We the young ones
Who just wanna be what we wanna be
Don't tell me I am nothing
I know it's pure gold what I'm destined for
When I go to sleep and dream
I rest assured
And I pray to the most Devine in me my soul to keep
I know in life I'll be
someone
Maybe someone you like or love
But right now I'm just a broken kid
Still one with God
even tho my mind has turned into a place
I don't recognise
I am lost in it,
Still I dream of healing & light changing this background
That broken kids...
You surprised how
How I wear a smile like
This shit ain't broken me
Well it's the hope within
The home in me
Feeding my spirit
To thrive, feed the home i'm in
Peace to the homeless
Addicts who've forgotten where home is
We all Gon get rich imagine
All the days you were frozen
Melting
Just hold the passion
Every Tear shed holds a lesson
Once the pain ends
You'll know your blessing.