"Deepest thoughts" book of peome

In the concrete jungle, where dreams are born and broken, the ghetto breathes its own rhythm. Streets pulse with the heartbeat of struggle, like a symphony of sirens and gunshots. Life here is a canvas splattered with vibrant colors and dark shadows, where hope flickers like a flickering streetlight. We navigate these gritty streets, walking the tightrope of survival, like acrobats defying gravity. The walls whisper stories of resilience, while graffiti paints the tales of forgotten souls. In this urban labyrinth, we find strength in our scars, like tattoos of triumph etched upon our skin. So let us rise, like skyscrapers reaching for the sky, and rewrite our destiny with the ink of determination. In the concrete jungle, where poverty's grip is tight, Roaches scatter like shadows, fleeing from the light. Broken bottles line the streets, shattered dreams on display, Cigarette and alcohol stores, where Starbucks fades away. Gentrification creeps, displacing what was once known, The heart of the neighborhood, now a place overthrown. But amidst the chaos, resilience takes its stand, Community bonds grow stronger, like an unbreakable band. I, too, know the absence of a father's guiding hand, But strength is found within, a flame that will always withstand. For family is not defined by blood, but by love and care, Together we rise, a support system beyond compare. In this vivid tapestry, where struggles intertwine, We find beauty in the cracks, resilience that shines. So let us rewrite the narrative, with hope as our guide, Embracing our stories, with strength side by side. by SEMAJ ALLEYNE