New thought (poem)

New thought (poem):
Some people want to die in the lower east side
Some want to fly
I want to soar within its walls
Because these are my roots
My heritage
My home
My place to roam, free from the segregation that bounds adversity
There were gardens here that spoke of community
But that isn’t everything
Money runs this joint and
They are about to smoke it
Smoke it till the community has no place to grow
Into something that we could all find comfort in
When you think about it…
It’s a sin committed within to be so greedy that you feed on the needy

Note :This poem was inspired by the lower east side. There were a lot of gardens, basically the gardens were a place for community and to keep kids from being duggies, drugdealers etc