I can see the moonlight
I can see the street
I can see a man lying there
Bruised and beat
I can hear his heart crying
His body lays beneath my feet
I can feel his mothers pain
I can sense his wifes mourning
I can see his daughters confusion
Wondering why daddy cant take her to school in the morning
I notice his struggle
I see his past through a single tear exscaping his right eye
And i can see the reason for his current state in his left
This place is why he's short of breath
It contributed to his death.
Shaniqua McCrae
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghetto-3/
