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Ain’t No Sunshine in the Ghetto

By DE Ain’t no sunshine in da ghetto, but to da government none of this matter though, In da winter I wore too small boots, mix match socks, riped jeans and…

My Nine Months is Up

By NH I have waited which has seem to be forever for the day that I must be born which is today, this small body of mine seems not to…

Thank You

by R.D. This poem is for all who help people like me For all who care about Free Minds People who sit there and do things Even if they don’t…

Ruined At Birth

By A.G. Ruined     From the day I was born                              To walk, running across the street                         To the sound of my name being called Almost got hit…

My Journey

By V.M. Day and night is to be Successful and to succeed I came up and came down When it was all said and done I was rumbling pound to…