Brooklyn

By: Demar Davis, 7th Grade

​I am from BROOKLYN,
A place most don't make it out.
GUNS "BOOM," RUNNING "ZOOM,"
Fried chicken "mmmm."
NO one there, NO one here,
Drugs everywhere.

As a child,
I can't look down.
Dogs barking, hand hacking,
I have a dream, I have a nightmare.
No way out only rap,
Drugs,
Or school.

I picked school and I'm here now.
Trash everywhere,
Shh don't make a sound.
"Never on your own we got your back,"
Until ¨BOOM¨ no way back,
Can you hear me or hear death
"Wweeeeehhhhhurrweehhhhur"
They are almost here.

All that's left is to look at the sky, see the 
stars, God and pray,
No more good tasty fried chicken that burns 
your mouth cause you're TOO hungry.
NO-where to run, NO-where to hide,
A place most don't make it out.
GUNS "BOOM," RUNNING "ZOOM,"
Fried chicken ¨mmmmm,"
NO one there, NO one here,
Drugs everywhere.

It looks like revenge has taken my place. 
And everything happens again.
So when people ask me where am 
I from my answer will forever be 
BROOKLYN.

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