The Ghetto has Palm Trees too.
The ghetto has palm trees too. They hide behind the fields of electrical wires that hold the old pair of shoes dangling like a mistletoe, casting a shadow on the cracked streets littered with plastic bottles and bags of hots Cheetos that turn our fingers red like the blood from a knee that slowly drips on the grass of the open baseball field where parents only bring their kids to play once a week and don't let them stray beyond that post because the man in the black shirt is pushing more than just candy but rather repping a corner that most of us never heard of one that rings out gun shots every night sounding off like fireworks like the ones they shoot off at Disneyland the colored ones shaped like hearts and mickey like the green bottle that I only see empty and never full like the tanks of the brand new BMWs in front of broken down houses with black gates on their windows and over run by weeds and hidden swisher wrappers shinning bright like the rims of old Crown Victorias parked in front of public housing with more money invested into the sound system than most of us in college tuition. See we have dreams too. Thats why we buy phones we can barely afford and take out car loans and payment plans for that brand new 2018 KIA, at least it'll look nice next to the broken chain fence in front of the yellowish apartments that used to be white like the kicks on his feet that his parents bought about a year ago, the same year they had to move cause rent got too high, like the guy that used to live next door that beat all his girlfriends and tried to sell me his mothers things, little dolls and make up she sold to on the side to make just enough for rent. See the ghetto has palm trees too. They just aren't in line with the boardwalk like they are in Hollywood.
