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"Living in the ghetto"
I am caught up in the woes and pains.
The pains and sorrows that I go through in a ghetto are endless.
I struggle each day as the cold winter embraces me with its icy hand.
Every dream is hopeless.
There are abundances of weeds,
crack and cheap liquor yet there is no food for the hungry heart.
Family and friends being lock up.
My dark life is torn apart.
Poem excerpt by Lydia Nuamah