MY HOOD (a fairy real tale)

MY HOOD

I applied for a beautiful new home on a street called PEACE
You probably heard of it before, its in a quiet but big city of LOVE
The apartment I’m interested in is numbered 2B
I would be living under RESPECT and over GRACE
I hope 2B a good neighbor in my new Hood and make alot of FRIENDS
I’m gonna enjoy living in 2B, on PEACE STREET in a City OF LOVE!

What a far cry from other places that I have lived, in streets and towns nearby, just around the corner, I hung out in a boarded up shack on the Boulevard of ISOLATION, you probably seen me out there at the intersection of ISOLATION and SHAME, Holding My Head Low was the name of the gang that controlled that block, you see I had been shot down in front of a store called SIN, yeah madd headz be up in there and we all were down together trying to get endz. 

The head pimp was a slick cat we called TEMPTATION, he was
always facing time, but kept coming back around, we thought that 
it was cause of this fine @sss chick that was his main thoroughbred by the name of LOW SELF ESTEEM, we called her LOWER SELF for short, ya know what I mean! Well me and LOWER SELF started having an affair that TEMPTATION initially provoked. So him and his henchman named JEALOUSY shot me right there in front of SIN. Yup, it was four shots straight to my dome, which opened deep wounds of GUILT. Damn them shots of GUILT hurt real bad, from the wounds I wasn’t certain to survive, all the time LOW SELF ESTEEM was right by my side. As she tried to get me to seek out her distant cousin name REVENGE to settle the score but I felt as long as I’m with LOW SELF ESTEEM I could never defeat TEMPTATION and certainly not with her cousin REVENGE. 

So eventually I recovered thanks to the help of this positive lady therapist by the name of FAITH. FAITH was a woman to behold, 
she was large but with a pretty face, she had alot of friends and admirers but choose to remain single. For surely If she wasn’t so
busy, I would have married her. She said she liked me but her life 
was devoted exclusively to teaching. So we still speak and go out 
on occasion and for this I’m THANKFUL. She would always refer to her mentor and quote him often, he went by many names, depending on who and what side of town you were in. She called him LORD, and after I got to know him when we would talk I just called him GOD, he said that was cool, sometimes we joked and he would call me GOD too, I knew he did it to help me to realize my responsibilities and not in anyway condescending. He was down with a few but powerful crew who called themselves RIGHTEOUS, but when I would go to meet 
them it was never more than one or two present. In there eyes and mannerisms GOD was always present. That brings me back to the present, in my long winded story. So I was traveling in my new 2009 ride, the hottest vehicle out there, yup I was riding in a all black GRATEFUL, when I saw the ad for the PEACE street development, I sure hope I get in because I know I would love living there!


MORAL OF THE STORY is to look at the CAPITALIZED WORDS to show you how you livin'......MY HOOD could very well be your story!