Cracked concrete

Broken families

With lost children

A different childhood

 

Welfare is just

Another addition

Surrounded with people

Controlled by addiction

 

“Don’t go outside”

Cried their mother

Already lost one

Graves of brothers

 

Just small children

This is reality

Townhouses are nice

But some come

 

With a price.

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Yes, this is a longer poem. However,  it is a reflection of my childhood growing up in government housing. It was written almost as a reminder of how far my family and I have come, and I am truly grateful for all the hardships we have endured which only made us grow closer together.

Painting by: David Croitor 1958

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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