Apartments ever too tight to fit our dreams,
So the city never sleeps.
Some say it’s because we are convinced that
We will fix these dreams right
Each time we’re breaking night.
But daytime is for society’s demands
And kids walking in bands;
Young adults mimicking gangs.
Maybe we only mimicked because, deep down.
We knew. There were bigger purposes
Than parading around corners, down blocks
Where piggies oink with bother:
Questions that could never answer,
Why we’re always shooed off our own territory
With diction about school, our potentials
Which, for now, is in the form of Trouble
Seen in the skin color of our brothers.
Why are we always shooed off of our own territory?