Ghetto Dreams

20 Dec





By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.


Narrowed visions of the limitless heights of hope

Dreams deferred not dashed or shattered like glass

Head held high to the sky

Feet always grounded never caught off guard




Dark clouds Dark Thoughts

Altered by substances poisoning the community

These hands Those hearts hardened by this cold existence

His hands Her thighs Their minds killing the hopes of the future




The stench of failure and poverty reeks throughout the streets

Hunger pains and dope fiends screams vibrate the streets like a sick beat

Cries of the children young and old scatter the air with grief and unbearable pain

A young man dead A young woman raped harsh realities simmer in this mixing bowl of misery




Hopes Dreams fears ignored by the outside looking in

The mind set of a hustler taught to struggle and fight the hard way

A better life shown in the gleam of a child eye

Reality worsens with the smell of death


Ghetto Dreams


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5 responses to “Ghetto Dreams

  1. John Sullivan

    December 25, 2008 at 9:49 pm

    Hi Tony
    I saw you mention that your currently serving our country in Iraq.
    It’s Christmas and I want you to know that there’s someone over here
    that cares and appreciates you and all of our troops.
    So if your around the guys later pls mention hey some American guy
    came by and said Thanks
    God Bless our Troops
    Stay Safe and come Home soon .
    Nice writing a read a few before commenting.

  2. Tuala Williams

    December 26, 2008 at 12:54 pm

    Ghetto Dreams is a poem that should live forever, like “Sympathy” by Paul Laurence Dunbar! You are a Great poet and I am amazed to have stumbled across your work. I’m going to tag you in, “I Stand in the Presence of Greatness” because I really think that applies to you as well.
    Keep writing because you are among the great!!!

  3. violetwrites

    January 11, 2009 at 5:58 pm

    where you from brother. You & dubbleX have a lot in common in your social commentary.

  4. laughingyogini

    January 11, 2009 at 9:23 pm

    Tony, I really like the one word stanzas. They grab the reader’s attention and are quite evocative.
    You have a beautiful ear for language.
    Keep working on specificity of the images to make them as real as possible to us. I want to feel and smell the “poverty in the street.” How does it feel to you; what exactly is the smell (roses, urine, burnt hotdogs….)

    I hope you don’t mind this little critique. I’m going to go read some more of your pomes now. Thanks for writing and posting them here.

  5. Nortoria

    January 12, 2009 at 3:18 am

    That real right there, real and deep. So many of these thing I see all the time and it saddens me and weighs heavy on my heart. This poem is truly an unforgettable one. Nice work friend!


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