Unfinished Perspective Slam Poetry

Perspective

And to the man in the street who looks at me and thinks everything is great,

I just want you to remember,

There are horrors to both of our different fates

So open up your gates,

White picket fenced or barred cell

And understand that regardless,

Things might not be going so well

Like selling drugs,

It happens here too

We just don’t have the police against us like you

Perspective is objective

Perspective is putting on someone else glasses,

Seeing different perspectives should be something practiced by the masses

And to the man in the street I understand why you feel like an inmate,

With little to nothing on your dinner plate and the increased ghetto birthrate