my life is so full of corruption <br />drugs money prostitution drowning my streets that i call home <br /> <br />home of all death with the motion of a bullet <br />piercing holes in hearts and minds of young soldiers <br />who fought for survival <br /> <br />women selling themselves for nothing more than a white pebble <br />on a flea infested mattress <br />look at baby girl watching in her corner as tears leave those <br />beady little eyes <br /> <br />i cry out to my streets that i call home <br />end this nightmare <br /> <br />crack fiends injecting poison into their veins <br />eyes rolling to the back of their head <br /> <br />then leaves them slumped over the arm of the chair <br />dead for days or weeks to come <br /> <br />i cry out to her streets that i call home <br />end this nightmare <br /> <br />i cry out to his streets that i call home <br />end this nightmare <br /> <br />i cry out to our streets that i called home <br />end this nightmare <br /> <br />i pray<br /><br />elena winters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-cry-for-my-streets/
