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My Truth

Updated on October 30, 2015

Looking beyond what is there,

I see Detroit.

The beautiful struggle.

I see,

children run a foot race in the street,

littered with trash.

Sunshine lightly dusting needles that

were needed to sting the dope fiend.

I hear,

the sound of gun shots backed by a string

of screams that sing us to sleep, sweet dreams.

Under the overpass,

people lay waiting to pass over,

in hopes of being born again as they are.

I see,

Cops and robbers,

motherless mothers and fatherless fathers.

It gets harder as the strong become harder.

Blind to recession.

The poor have always been poor.

Black, white or otherwise.

I see,

super humans,

with the uncanny ability to survive.










Copyright © 2011 Daunt'e Loper


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      Honorablewoman 6 years ago from Georgia

      Clap, Clap CLap, Encore, Encore, What you would hear if this comment had sound. Great Work Of Art!

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      Powerpoe1 6 years ago

      Hello Daunte,

      Nice work and blessings~ Voted Up & Rated Beautiful~

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      Daunte Loper 6 years ago from Detroit Michigan

      Thank you Honorable woman:)

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      Daunte Loper 6 years ago from Detroit Michigan

      Thanks Powerpoe

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      ROMANCER OF LIFE 6 years ago from Honolulu, Hawaii

      Wow... that was very powerful! Amazing...

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      Daunte Loper 6 years ago from Detroit Michigan

      Thank you Romancer:)

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      Naomi Rose Welty 6 years ago from Savannah, GA

      Daunte, beautiful work. I was born in Detroit but have no memory of it. Your poem brought tears to my heart.

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      Daunte Loper 6 years ago from Detroit Michigan

      Thanks Naomi

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