Cabrini Green

Seen about a thousand hearts broken into a millions pieces,
Still teachers and students have to write books and thesis.
Reporters come out and write newspaper articles,
About the changes in Cabrini which contains particles
Of my childhood existence.
Photographers documenting and taking video footage and pics,
As a former resident I am sending out sincere prayers and wishes.
To the remaining four thousand and seven hundred,
Who still call Cabrini home and must lay their heads.
In the place that I once called my home,
A place where thousands have roamed.
I am going to take time out to acknowledge the bad times,
Because too often people talk about the good times.
Yeah, bodies dropped, bodies where violated,
There was urine on elevators and I saw the remains of dogs that defecated.
In this place where I learned to read and jump rope,
I most definitely saw the after effects of dope.
But please listen and don't get it twisted,
This was my home not a place that I visited.
This place is where I dreamed of one day becoming a writer,
I still see rainbows, tin men and a much brighter--tomorrow.
Because I believe that God's intention was not for us to remain in sorrow.
I've been a lot of places and have forgotten a lot of names and faces,
But not those of people I knew growing up in the Green's
Spent my formative years catching hell and happiness and capturing scenes.
I'm getting older now
A touch of gray is hitting the brow
But I can't complain because I know that wisdom comes with age,
In closing, I want to thank you for taking time to read about my life on this page.