Urban Developmant - Poem by lucinda bryson
A pre fabe building a corner stone, children being raised with nothing to gain.The streets will teach and young minds will follow.Mothers hearts filled with sorrow. Fathers with raw hands and broken backs.Urban Development
My success is slim to none my mind dwells as if it was an unwritten book. The drive to play basketball and dreams to get out the ghetto.Urban Development
His head in the books but my pockets are empty living on pennies. A picture of college but will he get that far.
Brand new shoes and a community that will damage you a stable home and a deciated mind sometimes life might leave you behind. Urban Development
A creative display of life and if you let it go astray it will take you so many different ways.
I'm not a Urban Development I just grow up this way
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