My Way Home

My way home

You see the occasional;
Drug Dealers,
Bums ,
Crack heads,
and "drunkies."

Walking down you see
the shop and all the little thugs
looking around for a Mexican to jump.

But then you see
the happiness and joy.
The little kids running and playing,
the old Spanish men playing.
You hear Dominos clashing against the board
and that one guy saying "Ya gane!"

Wait, now you see the nasty "projects,"
the "skanks," the "welfare folks,"
you see babies having babies.
you see;
abusive people,
crazy people,
lazy people,
even happy people.

Then you think how can someone
find happiness in this dump.
And you wonder,
and wonder,
and wonder,
but you still do not find the answer.

As hard as one tries
he or she will never know,
how it feels or what it feels like
to live near such a place,
because remember, it's my way home.