Pretty Petty’s Poem of the Week
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The Ghetto
Raised in the dusty streets of the ghetto,
I knew I was destined for greater heights,
I had always known the life I wanted,
But was that life worth everything I loved?
Was that life worth my dreams?
My Actions almost cost me my life,
But still I refused to change,
Not because I was a fool but because crime had become the only way of surviving.
I grew up in the ghetto, the only toy I knew was the gun.
Just like any person ,
There came a time where I wanted to experience the pleasure of the gun,
I was born in the ghetto,
My dreams all died when I pulled the trigger.
My world was suddenly clouded,
All my dreams became blur,
Not a single sight was visible,
It was too late
To be regretful
Of the choices I had to make,
Like a candle the flame died.
I was born in the dusty streets of the ghetto,
My dreams died when I pulled the trigger.
My soul died in a prison cell,
It's the life I loved that killed me.
Was it all worth it...???
PRINCE
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