Denise Brown


Violent - Poem by Denise Brown

I grew up around mostly violence livin on the streets of bedsty, brooklyn Ny what i learned is that most of the people on the streets crackheads drug dealers prostitutes it may sound funny but i look up to them not like i wanna be like them but they let me know and be cautious of the hell they go through pain hurt sorrow
seems like there's no tomorrow
but growing up on those streets made me the young sofisticated women i am today
alot of people get themselves into alot of turbulance
thats kinda like violence


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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