My neighborhood is where I live, <br />Along with lots of other folks. <br />Each one of us has much to give, <br />In hating blows, in loving strokes. <br />Conflicting forces flow among - <br />The whorehouse madam helps the poor; <br />The pious reverend rapes the young - <br />Pretense or truth behind closed door? <br />I walk the streets in day or night. <br />Blessing and danger ever be; <br />What's wrong is walking with what's right, <br />And all are walking within me. <br /> <br />My mind is like the neighborhood, <br />Filled with a mixture - bad and good.<br /><br />Ima Ryma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hoodwinks/
