“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…
STAY HERE.