Child of the Ghetto

Dreams of dark nights and empty days.
Lost in an unforgiving world

where people judge you by your looks

before even getting to know you.

 

Lost in a world where twenty percent

of people don’t care about you

and eighty percent are glad you are struggling.

 

Lost in a world where you have to get it

by any means necessary to survive

in these concrete jungles.

 

I wasn’t born with a silver spoon.
I’m a child of the ghetto

raised off a different bloom.

I’m a Black man in White America

lost in an unwelcoming world.

 

M.

Lia Venchi

Cool Breeze Art, Minneapolis, MN