you’d be surprised

On November 16, 2015
a poem by [christopher]

From the inside looking out
I hear people scream and shout
there are young teens rapping the beats,
At night there are homeless men, sleep on the streets.
People sleep on beds with bugs,
using covers, or what we’d call rugs.
Sometimes looking out I see madness
from some of the peoples’ faces, sadness
I see older people put their clothes out to hang,
some wear bandanas cuz they’re in a gang.

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