Anytown, USA

Here is where you shout out ur community, in any form you want.
Trenton, the capital of New Jersey. The home of the famous “Trenton Makes, The World Takes” bridge, the one they wasted thousands of dollars to restore even though Trenton ceased putting out too much of anything that society wants, notice I said society. The schools are the home to some of the best teachers in the world, yet you can walk into some of the freshmen classrooms to find the boards covered with what appears to be the work of a child, pumped full with bad grammar and misspellings. Here the shining lights stand no chance in warding off the clouds of negativity. Here a school fight ends in mace and handcuffs and is broadcasted to the world as an out of control riot. Here babies push their own babies in strollers down the street, well at least the ones who can afford strollers do. Here the phone rings with the voice of a friend on the other line asking for advice for a “friend of a friend” who has been raped by her step father and is now pregnant. Here the pawn shops sell the crappiest shards of jewelry for top dollar. Our hard earned money is showcased around our necks instead of being put to something useful. Here shots ring out at night, during the day, and on your way home from school. Here a little girl is hit in the jaw by a stray bullet as she rides her bike in front of her home. People wait in lines at the local food banks the same way Cameron Crazie’s get in line for tickets, better get there early this Wednesday, or else it is going to be a tight week. The police have become “callous” as described by Baldwin. Here the local government boasts about the new cameras set up on street lights to catch crime in action. Here we find out months later that the” cameras” were fakes, another young man murdered in cold blood as he waited for the light to change. There is no footage to solve the crime. Here someone testifies about a crime and their picture, name, and family is front page news. Some of the young females have sex for money, shoes, and even Chinese food. Here, the abortion clinics are packed on Fridays. One girl is here for her third. Here, Feigns are no longer in the movies, they are being shooed away from your steps by your father. Whites, and other elites come from the surrounding areas for a fix. Everyone knows what they are here for. Here even the four year olds are terrified of the police. Here, a child returning from a funeral asks his mother “Who killed Grand mom?” because he has already grown to equate death with murder. Stealing cars is a hobby for the young boys. Don’t be surprised to see an eleven year old smoking a black and mild or throwing up gang signs. Here is where some of the best poets are grown, for art breeds in pain.