Lost in asphalt
Every step looks like the one before
Every girl's number on public bathroom doors
Every underground walkway in tile
Every alley full of vials
Shades of Krylon paint
Shroud concrete walls.
Providing identity to
Barron streets
Full of
Poverty
Shame
Neglect
Misery
Struggle
Oppression
And endless cigarette & liquor ad boards.
Bars
Nightclubs
Drugs
And the reoccurring gun show.
Every morning blessed
Every day anew
Every day a brand new chance
To survive again.
Lost in asphalt
Concrete maze
Coronas & lime
Purple Haze
Lost in asphalt
Wasted space
Its no wonder why
Can't thrive in those places
Vibrations so low
Can feel one another's pain
Hoping, wanting things to get
Better again.
Lost in asphalt,
Find your way
Grow a garden
Watch children play.
Lost in asphalt,
The struggle is real.
But to make things better,
Now that's the real deal
Form a counsel
Make it work
Keep it real
Guide the youth
Lost in asphalt
You will survive
You don't have to leave, to
Keep the dream alive.
Lost in asphalt, do it right.
Don't let another young life
End overnight.
Kahala Lei
Blood Money Poets
copyright 2017
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