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I’m tired of living in the hood

Where gray is brain and red is blood

And children would leave if they could

And poor families are often misunderstood

I’m tired of seeing young folk roll in chairs

with wheels who can no longer climb the stairs

not because they were born with such disableness

but because they were shot; blessed to live no less

I’m tired of seeing mothers sobbing and crying

whild holding a child on the street that is dying

I’m tired of seeing fathers sigh

while cursing God and asking why

I’m tired of seeing brothers and sisters mad at the world; feeling defeat

because their brother’s been killed by their friend down the street

I’m tired of seeing whole neighborhoods in dispair in need of repair

And everyone talking but nobody’s walking the walk or showing they care

I’m tired of praying for an uneventful day

Instead of for real things, like people should pray

I’m tired of the fear to walk to the store

or call the police for fear of turf war;

for fear that my own children will bear consequence

of me aiding the law makers in stopping the noncense.

I’m tired of not having the words to say to a relative

whose lost her son and is trying to live on and forgive

I’m tired of not knowing just what to convey

to that parent at the funeral – tell me what would you say?

I’m tired of mothers and fathers not teaching their own

about life respect and those many seeds that should be sown

instead of street, drugs, disrespect and tit for tat

thinking thug is cute; in the drug game with wallets fat

I’m tired of parents loosing all control

of their own self-respect to their 12-year old

I’m tired of parents being too lazy, tired or scared to disipline

Or trying to be cool; you can’t be a parent and be his friend

Even a real friend tells a friend right from wrong

Not leave it up to him to find out on his own

I tell you! I am sick and damn tired

of young babies with babies who end up expired

before they are 20; oftentimes even younger

What happend to neighborhood unity; I wonder!

I’m tired of everyone scared to speak up

of the filth and the rubbish that is all down the block

In fear of that thug down the street with a glock

I’m tired of whispering a prayer of relief when I find

out the teen laying out on the street is not one of mine

I’m tired of no activities; no community centers

No movies or skatelands; no positive mentors

We’ve all dropped the ball on a whole generation

of young people who know no love from our nation

I’m tired of those who refuse to inconvience themself

for the benefit of the life of a child, inspite of themself

I’m tired of the talking papers, the reports and surveys

The crack and the smack and lean that causes brain decay

I’m tired of the empty prayers placed on the shelf

I’m tired of the hood; I’m tired of myself.

~Written by CordieB. 

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Update on Deshun Taylor’s case: 

All three suspects in the Wednesday killing of an East End seventh-grade middle school student have been arrested, a crowd mourning the death of the slain boy learned last night.

The mourners were gathered for a candlelight prayer vigil in the 2200 block of Fairfield Avenue, near where 14-year-old Deshun Taylor was felled by a bullet Wednesday about 2 p.m.

Alicia Rasin, an advocate for the families of homicide victims, announced shortly after 8 p.m. that interim Police Chief David McCoy just had told her the third suspect had been caught.  Read More . . .

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