Ghetto

*This poem was written for class... we had to write a poem in 3 min and this is what i came up wit*

Living in the Ghetto,
You look over your shoulder and you see kids eating hot chettos,
You see teenagers running wearing all black and red,
Who knows maybe they just shot someone in the back of the head,
You hear babies crying,
Tasting tears coming out of their eye and,
You smell marijuana,
Looking over your shoulders,
You see drug dealers trying not to get caught up,
Across the street you see someone getting buried 6 feet under,
10 min later it starts to thunder,
Living in the streets thats the way it is,
Thats how i was raised when i was a kid.