Hood
When I hear the word hood
It reminds me about my past
When I hear the word hood
It remind me of my fallen goons
The goons that lost their lives
due to the hood and its wars
I hate that word now because
I lost a lot of close people
Now I can only say
Rest in Peace my friends
Love ya and see ya
At the crossroad
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This poem is creative and reminds me of a cover story. Leaving your past for a better life can be challenging because you could be leaving your family and friends behind. Doing what’s best for you can be hard, but it’s the right thing to do. You got this and remember the best is yet to come!