A Walk In My Shoes

by Pete   Dec 28, 2007


Walk with me now
down this dark, dreary street
forever averting our eyes
at the people we meet.

The Jamaican guy in his car
smug behind tinted glass
feel his pounding music
as we try to get past

The gang on the corner
all staring our way
ocular chicken
is the game that they play

Just a group full of druggies
in hoodies and caps
gangsters and thugs
a young kid with a bat

They shout at us curse-fully
so filled with hate
waiting to fight with you
if you rise to the bait

Rubbish strewn streets
broken down walls
around here law and order
systematically falls

A life lived in decency
seems misunderstood
welcome to a wasted life
in my neighborhood.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Jenni Marie

    I love the opening you used in this piece, it is something that many people will be thinking or can relate to over and over again throughout their life, and the imagery you put in created very vivid pictures so that it was like I could -see- what you were describing right from the opening line.

    I liked how you described different things in each stanza, it made the poem feel far more lifelike than it would have done if you'd spoken of the same person throughout the piece.

    Your flow in this is pretty good, the words just fall right of my tounge, while the message behind the piece is strong and clear.

    However, I think you could make this better if you added more to it...it's good as it is, yes. But go into a little more detail, add more problems each neighbourhood faces, and this could be even better than it is now.

  • 16 years ago

    by *Charisma*

    Very well described poem! i like how you can really picture taking this walk with you and seeing these people. You painted this so well...so vividly. It was sad to think these circumstances exist and some people face them on a day to day basis. That's the world for you. One day it'll get better, but not by anything man can do. Anyhoo...good job!
    *ME*

  • 16 years ago

    by ASPHYXIATED

    "A life lived in decency
    seems misunderstood
    welcome to a wasted life
    in my neighborhood."

    That stanza made the poem for me.
    The term "wasted life" really stuck out, It shows what society has come to.

    You took a topic which everyone, no matter where in the world can try and relate to.

    Well done.♥