I hear footsteps within the shadows
no presence can be seen,
While passing by a man in rags
people skirt the unsavory scene;
Just seeing their revolution
while driving by the ghetto slow,
Dragging their fears to culmination
letting everyone of them know;
That they are guarding what they have
from those they know not of,
Praying to God for deliverance
from the souls they dare not love;
Yet, the poor who ply upon those streets
share what little there is,
All for family or friend
or even strangers who need to live;
Patched pants and stained T-shirts
sometimes makes a agile mind,
Yet, gathering an education
can be hard at the best of times;
For those with identities lost
will steal that of another,
It could be someone on the block
or that of a sister or brother;
To keep them from their company
calling them girlfriend or their brother,
So who is the worst
the coward or the snob;
They both kill the dreams of minds
that were blessed on birth by God.