You think your a player,
You think your so cool...

Whatever your cross,
Whatever your pain...

My hair is black,
My skin is brown...

Even though I'm all the way out here,
It does not mean I'm not near...

May there always be work for your hands to do,
May your purse always hold a coin or two...

As winter fades into spring,
The first year without you has past...

*This poem was written for class... we had to...
Living in the Ghetto...

Minute by Minute,
Second by Second...

**i wrote this poem for my homegirl Deseri.... i...
*I want to let you know...

The one i love will be in my heart forever,
The one i love is one that is very clever...