The ghetto is a silly thing to fear

people scabbed into corners of buildings

trying to go on living

skeeved

you turn to run

suffocating on the scent of trash and weed

Loud music

we use it &

niggardly we

dance to the beat in the streets

shots ring hourly

like the clang of the Bell Of Liberty

ugly mugs hide

scarred childhoods

liberate yourself, leave if that’s all

you need to feel security

but believe you me

don’t think niggers

only reside

on the south side

of some city.