Changes

I see nothing but negative changes

And a whole lot of racist faces

Politicians never would help me

Out of this abyss known as poverty

But hopefully though this education

I'll see a new world I've envisioned

Where we can walk home with out worrying

If i mus witness another stabbing

This poem is about: 
My community

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