Poetry time *snap snap*

Well, for my poetry class we had to make a portfolio of our work, sooooo here is one of those poems:


Unfound Path



Forty other hands
competing for her attention.
Books that are missing pages
let alone history. Children craving
an education, forced to settle
for less.


Parents wishing their children
could become drug dealers,
basketball players.
Realizing that’s the only way
for them, to leave the hood.


A government
that has discarded them.
Believing they are nothing
but trouble.


Where do you go,
when you are surrounded
by negativity?


You could go left:
To a college
far beyond your means
financially and academically
forcing you to abandon
your dream. As your high school
didn’t prepare you for college.
Assuming you’d
choose another path.


You could go right:
Living a life of crime,
having more money
then you could imagine.

Secretly watched
by police, as they find
the perfect time to intervene


You could go back:
Working two part-time jobs,
as your family barely survives
on welfare.
Fearing illness, injury
since you don’t have insurance.


You want to go forward,
but don’t know how
to get there.