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The City Inside Me

The cold-hearted city,

the rhythm, the pain, no pity, just tears,

and leaks,

from a mother screaming in vain.

The top is white, the bottom is green.

People are around but no steam.

Don�t know if I really like it, but this is me,

from the bottom of the bricks

to the crumble of a stick,

might be the city inside me.

The strong, the weak, the poor,

the drug dealer and the addicts outside the store.

The city inside me,

will I ever meet the end.

Just weird thoughts I wrote with this pen.

Joshua

The City Inside Me

The weather is gloomy.

The streets never end.

People never meet.

Little lost boys and little lost girls dream.

We make promises we cannot keep.

Loss,

pain,

addiction,

people die in vain,

lies.

I wonder if God will come.

I feel the loneliness, the pain.

The feelings run through my brain.

The city inside me is all about pain.

            Kenroy

My Life

Where does it start?

Where does it end?

I feel I am living a pretend.

This world is real

like a two-faced friend

who will stab you in the back at the end.

Should I call for faith?

Will I cease to hate?

Will I end up some place better?

Can you see my face?

Can you see my grace?

Can you feel my pain?

Can you?

My life is like a kite

waiting for the wind for flight.

Will I ever get it right or

am I just here to write,

just sitting here at night

hoping for my life to get right.

I thought selling drugs was all I required.

Now I have found something I love to do,

write poems.

I want to make it through and become someone.

            Kenroy

The City Inside Me

I want to think about my future.

I want to put my past behind me,

but my heart is in the streets.

I am away from  my seeds,

aggrieved,

praying to God on my knees .

I want to succeed.

I am tired of making mistakes.

My mind is in a place it cannot escape.

My son looks me in the face.

Is it a man he sees?

I tell him about the streets and the damage it brings.

Rochester, New York is where you find me.

Rochester,

filled with so much pain.

Rochester, the city inside me.

            Manuel

The City Inside Me

is hard,

harder than what you can think.

This is a city

where if you take the wrong path

and get stuck,

you have to back up,

start over,

do it again.

It is always a bumpy, rough road.

The city inside me is not what it seems.
It is people doing wrong

but still having dreams.

            Thaddius

The City Inside Me

There is love, hate, blood, and God

in the city side me.

The weather is hot, warm, damp,

or is there any weather at all.

You cannot walk before you crawl in my city.

I feel trapped, betrayed,

life, death,

people kind, two-face, sinful,

untrusted in the end.

Who will be left?

I am lost and have been since I was seven.

The beginning is the end.

            Walter