Submissions by Mr_Wendal (MrWendal)

Shadows creep,
Deep in the heart of the Bronx, darkness seeps,
A world of pain and suffering, no escape in sight,
Where dreams go to die, swallowed by the night.

These streets suffocate in chaos and despair,
Lost innocence, young souls stripped bare,
A deadly code rules, blood always spills,
Chained by the devil, driven by his thrills.

At thirteen and fifteen, their lives torn apart,
Caught in the crossfire, hope ripped from the heart,
Foolish soldiers, chasing dreams of gold,
But the world they face is heartless and cold. ...

I came out from the shadows, a product of hard times,
A survivor in a world where we fought for our lives.

Raised in these streets, no silver spoon in sight,
Where bullet shells littered the ruthless, cold night.
In these Bronx dumps, resilience is how we roll,
And deep in our hearts, the hunger to control.

The struggle was real, every day a damn war,
You either rise through violence or get pushed to the floor.
Racist pigs patrolling, profiling our block,
Unjustly targeting us, misunderstood and mocked.

But we fought back...