Daily Dose of Poetry

Today's poem comes from Hakim White in Newark, NJ.


"Unheard Streets"

The unheard me cries a silent cry for all the one track minds around me who will never see the outside of these barbaric streets. Streets of pain. Streets soaked in blood. Streets where brothers of sisters, fathers of sons, daughters of mothers, lovers of lovers has lost the down hill battle of life in such violent ways. Who’s blood paves these streets. Streets of so many lost souls can only speak one language, the language of death. A language heard by very few but spoken by numerous. Its like putting your ear to the ground waiting to hear foot steps but only I hear gun shots, screams, and speeding cars. So in a way I guess these streets speaks volumes. Volumes of what depends on the person.

--Hakim

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