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The Sounds of the Ghetto

Updated on November 5, 2014

A Ghetto Ballet ( Part Two )


Only during the summer months,

is when you could hear

the sounds of the ghetto

floating through the air,

screams were almost like

a musical beat,

and it wasn’t so much

the August heat,

but the humidity,

that kept the people on their feet,

and it made it an edgy city,

death doesn’t really need a reason,

but it does enjoy the summer season,

mothers were crying

because their young boys

were fighting and dying,

and in the housing projects,

a man shot in the head,

lies dead,

on a blood soaked carpet,

then a woman on the bed,

blood splattered all over the wall,

no one would hear her call,

first, forced to breathe into a pillow,

hands and mouth taped,

sodomized, beaten and raped,

then down the hall,

violence continued to coat,

a dead man

with a hole in his throat,

so deep you could see the whole thorax,

blinded with Clorax,

summer should be the time for fun,

not watching a homeowner,

looking out his window clutching a gun.

© 2012 Frank Atanacio

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      thanks so much Raci... for stopping by :)

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      raciniwa 5 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

      i could very well picture the ghetto so vividly described here my friend...what an awesome write...

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      Pegcole thank you for the comment the crowds do bring out the worst right? LOL bless you

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      Peg Cole 5 years ago from Dallas, Texas

      Frank, When I read your work I'm reminded of how lucky I am to be living far away from the crowded city and it's nefarious side. We lived for a while in Bayonne NJ and traveling to NY on Sundays for church we would see parts of the city that this poem brings to mind.

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      thanks for reading mismazda :)

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      mismazda 5 years ago from a southern georgia peach

      So sad...but true....the Ghetto is such a sad place to grow up in....and there are many across this nation.....great read...

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      thanks for reading Ruch :)

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      Ruchira 5 years ago from United States

      gosh...it's terrifying Frank.

      It's what I usually read about life in troubled countries. Thank god for the freedom we enjoy and life we live...Amen!

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      thelyricwriter you say the best things LOL thanks bro..:)

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      Richard Ricky Hale 5 years ago from West Virginia

      Frank, now this has moved to be one if my favorites. You have a special gift pal. I always read line to line, and I automatically see what I am reading. One of these days you will be writing poetry professionally and getting paid Frank. Never give it up, it is your calling!

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      thank you so much VG bless you bro..:)

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      Vinaya Ghimire 5 years ago from Nepal

      Your descriptions are so powerful that I felt like living in the ghetto.

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      That's right Hyphen.. bless you really..:) Frank

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      Brenda Barnes 5 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

      Frank, I love that your crime poems teach and draw upon our social issues and problems. Only through knowledge can we change things and neighborhoods like this one you so well described.

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      VUM indeed.. LOL thanks for stopping by Frank

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      Terrye Toombs 5 years ago from Somewhere between Heaven and Hell without a road map.

      Each time I read one of your poems about the inner city, I say a little thank you that I live so far away from one. :) Excellent poem, Frank. Very descriptive and captures the heat and character of the ghetto in the summer. VUM!

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      Thank you so much Seeker7 and Joyce for visiting the sounds of the ghetto bless you both

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      Joyce Haragsim 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

      This poem is so dark and so sad, but very good.

      Another great for you next poem book.

      Voted up and awesome, Joyce

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      Helen Murphy Howell 5 years ago from Fife, Scotland

      A vivid picture of anger, fear and murder that can overwhelm a city ghetto. You bring this truthful horror alive Frank without any excess of violence and this makes it all the more hard hitting and awesome! Summer time should be a time for fun, but the sun does crazy things to people! I'm eternally greatful that I was born and live in a rural area and never had to face the summer madness of a city ghetto!

      A magnificent piece of poetry + voted up + shared!

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      I so much agree storytellerus :) bless you and enjoy your summer

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      Barbara 5 years ago from Stepping past clutter

      Frank, this is so intense and sad, very sad. We in the burbs always considered summer a stretched out time of wonder. What a utopia.

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      thank you for stopping by Our Dear Ms Brooks :) bless you

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      Deborah Brooks Langford 5 years ago from Brownsville,TX

      wow Frank.. this is so deep and wonderful read and so true.. brings tears to my eyes.. because it happens all the time.. Bless you for writing this..

      Debbie