WHAT A GHETTO ROOM BARES.

by CURTIS BROWN
(ATLANTA,GEORGIA)

SUNSHINE SPRING DAY,
BUT THERE'S DARKNESS IN A GHETTO ROOM.
A DRUG ADDICTED BLACK MAN,
HIS REALITY IS GLOOM.
HE LIES UPON THE FLOOR,
IN SILENCE, AT THE WALLS HE STARES.
THE BLACK DRUG DEALER,
LONG SINCE GONE WITHOUT CARE.
LOUD MOANS,
NO WORDS SPOKEN, FROM HIS TONGUE..HE IS ALONE, BUT An ENDING REFRAIN IS BEING SUNG.
HIS SOUL SETTING LIKE THE SUN,
AMAZINGLY,MORE DRUGS HE CRAVES..HIS ROOM,
LIKE A CELL, HE IS CONFINED AND ENSLAVED..
INTO HELL THE DRUGS HAS HIM HURLED.
SOON HE WILL LEAVE HIS DRUG ADDICTED WORLD...