July 31, 2013

The Ghetto Ride

by The Prison Poetry Workshop


The Ghetto Ride

Kenneth J.
Keen Mountain Correctional Center

It all began one late night
You were with your friends
And I was with mine
I heard your voice and I
Turned around to check you out
From a distance I saw your
Bright eyes and your Kool Aid smile
For some reason I didn't like you
Nor did like you style
But a couple of weeks later
I was on a ghetto ride
I rode up and down
I rode back and forth
I kept telling myself
That I needed to get off
I slid from side to side
Closing my eyes at times
Sitting there thinking of one
More thing to try
Knowing I'm not supposed to cry
So when I reached the bottom
I just jumped off and said

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