In the Streets

You cannot simply kill them all unless it is with
Kindness and a pretty smile. Make sure that
The ground you walk on is concrete and dirt,
Not bloodied bodies. Murder every single myth
That people from the hood are thugs. They stand at
Street corners when making money with the hurt
Streaming through their eyes. They are ordinary
People just like you and me, just living their life
Differently than what we are used to. Just because
They stand out does not mean they are less wary
And they will never trust a bloody gun or knife
Any more they would with a helping hand. They
Just want to live their life in vibrancy and colors
With beautiful art on every corner. Scribbled
On the walls is love. They are tired of the decay
Of their beloved city... Oakland, where crawlers
And dwellers live with thoughts that are rippled.