The Girl In The Ghetto Poem by Adams King

In a rough and rugged home
she was raised and bred
Taught how to survive alone
and how to make her bread

Upon thorns she have walked
many scary days she has seen
here the hens lived with the hawks
and angels were taught to sin

The game of Life wasn't fair
the card of survival she played
beauty was a blessing here
yet beauty were made to fade

She was mocked and marred
subjected in a world of poverty
The street feeds her stomach
and her body her only surety

In the extremity of desperation
she sold golden lines
for counterfeited quotations
and a lost world of lies

To break the strong fetters
that held her down in the dust
To God she gave her silent prayers
but to play the devil was a must

Her well of tears are all empty
she cried them all in many night
when living amounts to nothing
living wrong was living right

So weak was her lonely fist
to fight this broken hopes
she's a beauty turned into beast
she's the girl in the ghetto