I can see the moonlight <br />I can see the street <br />I can see a man lying there <br />Bruised and beat <br />I can hear his heart crying <br />His body lays beneath my feet <br />I can feel his mothers pain <br />I can sense his wifes mourning <br />I can see his daughters confusion <br />Wondering why daddy cant take her to school in the morning <br />I notice his struggle <br />I see his past through a single tear exscaping his right eye <br />And i can see the reason for his current state in his left <br />This place is why he's short of breath <br />It contributed to his death.<br /><br />Shaniqua McCrae<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghetto-3/
