A Cry For Help
A Cry for Help
I live in this place they call The Keys
So many cries for help, but no one sees
So much poverty so much shame
Women selling their body looking for someone to blame
Our youth running the streets selling dope
They say life is too hard
They weren’t taught how to cope…
Quick to judge… not even giving them a chance
No help offered to change their circumstance
A kind word or a helping hand
Could encourage a growing man
People tend to see what they want to see
Please open your eyes.. This is our community
They want out, but can’t seem to find their way
Cries unheard…..it’s just another day….
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