Funky Joints

Poetry is the language of imagination. Poetry is a form of positive creation. - KRS One

ghetto dream

by rico devante

it grows like a sharp rat tooth
it cuts like broken glass
it cracks like aging pavement
it festers like gunshot wounds
it stinks like pissed on dandelions
and vanishes like hope

copyright 2009
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1 comment:

  1. AnonymousMay 26, 2009 at 6:28 PM

    So true. Far too many ghetto dreams are deferred until they vanish. This piece reminds me of the great Langston Hughes. Nice man!

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