A dot and I dash,
a dash and a dot,
a great big question mark.
Dark creeps in,
sound comes out,
this is what Harlem's all about.
Tight squeeze,
cool breeze,
a thought in you're head and now you freeze...
It can make your blood grow cold.
Sun in the sky,
birds in the tree,
party just down the block.
Strange new face,
different race.
"God bless you beautiful. You make my day!"
Things aren't always as they seem.
Despair on the sleeve,
hope in the heart,
all good things need a start.
Struggle for bread,
dream in the head,
work so hard until you're dead.
A tiny surprise can change your life.
This is really awesome. It's really tastefully deep, and honest. I love the rhyming too which is subtle, but strong enough to enhance. I think you really brought across how you feel about living in Harlem, how it can be really frightening but you also really love it. Great job!
ReplyDeleteI like that you decided to write a poem for this, it's very descriptive and an interesting way of describing Harlem!
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