My Hood

My hood can be a peaceful place; or the violence can hit you real quick.  BAM!  Right in the face.  Fear can grab at you like anger has grabbed at me.  The hood and I have a relationship, a bad one that never stops.  It loves me for days, weeks or months, but hates me at the same time, beating me and leaving scars.  Some you can see, others you can't.  My neighborhood wraps its arms around me and I pray that I'm strong enough to push it away.

D D-H

Anti-Connected

$ometime$ I feel like I ain't connected to the 

society I live in.

Who knew the choices of my parent$ would of 

resulted in my addiction to the $truggle?

Who knew the choices I made would result in a 

childhood in & out of the System?

$ometime$ I feel like the "man" is trying to keep 

me isolated from $ociety.

Who thought I'd end up like thi$?

Who knew I'd end up being labeled a menace?

$ometime$ I feel like the rehabilitation

program$ never worked from the beginning.

Who knew I'd end up in & out of juvenile detention?

Who knew there'd be repercussions for the

choices of myself & others?

Apparently not I.

M U

What Is Love

This writing is dedicated to S.D.

Is love a roller coaster that has its ups and downs?
Or is it like an earthquake that will shake the ground?
Is love like a tiger beautiful but ferocious?
Or is it volcano calm before explosions?
Is love like good music that lifts you from bad moods?
Or is love like a school teaching you what to do?

D D-H