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

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