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.

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