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My Ghetto
The ghetto,
ground of my ultimate
vitality, value and meaning.
Built of shacks
within shadows
of urban chrome, aluminum, and steel
skyscrapers
reaching higher and higher
casting shadows
to stifle any crop of good
which may grow.
At any time of the day or night
I may find poverty,
a poverty fed by our artificial and decadent
social system bloated from the pieces of disorder.
We get nothing.
Yet I can count on the heavens
which rest directly above
on the Mother Earth's support,
and there is the ground
where I will stand,
feed,
then lay upon,
for my ultimate
vitality, value, and meaning.
All this I call my ghetto.
Written by AlaKing
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