Criminal

Sat, 10/15/2016 - 23:07 -- Dtodd18

Who exactly is better

than the sorry criminal on

12th street?

Definately not the sorry

criminal

on 11th

street.

 

I’m no better myself,

or you

in the same

sense.

I’ve cheated my family

as my family has cheated

me.

You’ve committed a crime

or two,

I know so.

The saddest, suicidal beings

commit murder when

they off

themselves.

 

I don’t care where

you’re brought up.

Whether it’s on 12th, 11th, or

crazy street.

 

It’s more about

where you’re brought

down.

Because technically

we’re the same.

 

It’s just a matter of time

before we get

caught.

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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