See what I see
My neighborhood is the quiet type
the type that smile and wave at you every morning
everything is "perfect"
you wouldn't suspect a thing driving by
if only you knew what happened behind those four walls
to the left the mans cheating on his wife
to the right a womens dying of cancer
in front the child and father scream at each other
in the middle a girls dying because of depression
If only you saw
This poem is about:
My community