“If you didn't grow up like I did then you don't know,
and if you don't know it's probably better you don't judge.”
― Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
INNER CITY STORIES
I’m from a city full of broken hearts, lost souls
And dreams that never come true.
I’m from a city where schools are packed
To capacity, there’s no room.
I’m from a city where children hate school
But love the streets.
I’m from a city where the streets aren’t safe
Yet people speak so highly of them.
I’m from a city where it’s easier to sell drugs
Than get a real job.
I’m from a city where even something as simple
As a rose garden has an ugly past.
I guess looks really can be deceiving, right?
I’m from a place where everyone hates
Yet never really leaves.
What is it about this place?
I’m from a city where bodies turn up everywhere,
Even in the parks our children play in,
But no one ever leaves.
I’m from a city where most people who come here…