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This poem tells a story of how a neighborhood filled with children and happiness can change into a neighborhood filled with violence during night. It tells of how the people in that neighborhood deal with the change and what results from that change.

I wrote this poem from firsthand experience. The neighborhood that this poem was based on is the neighborhood that I live in. I see how the violence has affected the families that live here. I also see the fear that is in all of us. The reason that I chose to title this poem "Urban Contradiction" was because of the difference in what goes on during the day and night in my neighborhood. I also wanted to show that even though crime and violence are in rampant in the streets, there are still good people out there.

A Few Visitor Comments

alyssa
this poem touched me and it helped me out through my depression and made me cry out for someone to help me. i live in a neighborhood like that and i fear for my life everyday even the people i don't know.
natitla
this poem was very sweet it came from the heart and though me deeply good job
dawn
This poem touches my heart. I moved my children out of the nearest city because of the same things. I take my children to visit family and friends during the day. but by dark we are gone. Great poem!
Tangela
it was a tight[great]poem

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Urban Contradiction

Nice warm summer days,
filled with laughter and childish ways.
Life as we know it is sweet,
with the play of children at our feet.
As the day goes and night nears,
we are forced again to put on our fears.
Streets where children once were found,
are now but an evening battleground.
Into houses stray bullets fly,
where families cry and watch loved ones die.
As day approaches and night ends,
the streets are filled again with one less friend.

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More Visitor Comments (from the Voting form)

sarah
how many people suffer from this fear. from others stupidty. all because of hate. great poem.
zamil
Wow, a very touching and impresive poem. good atmosphere created with subtle lyricism. I like the way the tone suddenly changes each time and manges to maintain a great sense of feeling throughout.
stephanie
I LOVE THIS POEM, IT REALLY TOUCHED ME HARD INSIDE CAUSE I HAD A REAL GOOD FRIEND DIE AT THE AGE OF 16 BY SOMEONE WHO WAS SUPOST 2 B HIS FRIEND 2. HE GOT SHOT AND KILLED AT A PARTY. THEY WERE ALL DRINKING AND DOIN DRUGZ, BUT STIIL NO REASON 2 DIE.
Vera
Great poem! It really touched me and it is so very true. Good luck and may God watch over your neighborhood every night.
katy
totally true, i live near Detroit and it is crazy what i hear on the news about drive bys and such. i am lucky i dont have to deal with that, so be careful.
Speytje
Very beautifull poem. I know what you mean. The same thing happens here. The drive by shootings are still rare, but this year alone, I've lost 3 friends in gang fights. You keep your eyes open you hear . Because when you lay asleep, death is near
Khayyam
A sad reality that people mask with false and arrogant assumptions that all live as they do.

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