Bernard Snyder

Gold Star - 6,644 Points (11-07-1959 / Savannah Ga.)

Remembering The Hood - Poem by Bernard Snyder

I was constantly surrounded by
chaos and mayhem,
crackheads would ring my doorbell
two and three o'clock in the am,
street-walkers would pass through
on their nightly stroll,
I remember drug-dealers trying to convince teens
that 'hustlin' was more prominent than long term goals,
and I definitely can't forget the girl on the corner
that called me rude and said I acted funny,
because I wouldn't buy the 'cookies' she was selling
knowing it was just a cop-out for drug money,
as I look back years later
I realize in some way, we were all 'strugglin'
some of us were just more determined
to make a better life that meant something,
even though I've gone
I wouldn't trade my past life for nothing
and I would still llend a helping hand
to those same folks because
deep down, I'll always love em!

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Comments about Remembering The Hood by Bernard Snyder

  • Weldon Davis (12/31/2015 11:54:00 PM)

    I like this poem not only because it comes from a place where I can relate, but also that even though you separated yourself from the negativity you still have compassion for your fellow man..Good stuff (Report) Reply

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  • Melissa Robinson (1/1/2014 3:12:00 AM)

    I can relate to this poem. very nice work.! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 26, 2013

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