Posted by TGrassano on November 9th, 2009 |
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Hood Kids
In my last entry, I shared about reaching our cities. I now share the words of Mimi Webb, a teenager from a tough, low-income neighborhood who shares from her heart the cry of many youth in the inner city in her poem, Hood Kids:
Hood kids but good kids
not bad kids, just neighborhood kids
watch mom shoot up and dad shoot bullets
and combat the words that scream I’m useless
I’m not
just hot
and mad at dad who split and mom who took him back
even though he split her lip the third time
I watch from the sidelines and grow full of hate
from parents’ guidelines
and you, pastor, push me faster to hate
taking our crumbs to fill your already full plate
your frock is stained
you mock the name of He who commissioned
cuz you’re more concerned with titles and positions
than the mission to save me
don’t forget the babies; don’t be so lazy
cuz I need you greatly
it’s not about parking spots and who pays a lot
but who gives [of themselves] a lot and who prays a lot
for me, the lost sheep
but nobody’s looked for me
don’t you know God made the Good Book for me?
but I need direction, some protection, much affection, not rejection
I . . . NEED . . . YOU
man of God, woman of God
Be of God
and keep your eyes peeled for real
we’re crying and dying but still trying
though momma ignores us and daddy abuses us
I’m sure that God still wants to use us
when momma doesn’t hug us and daddy slugs us
I’m confident that God still loves us
cuz I’m a hood kid, but a good kid
not a bad kid, just misunderstood kid
and I need your help before it’s too late
and I walk the same path that my parents made
look at us behind the chain linked fence
pain wrenched kids, such tainted kids
who were struck but never fainted kids
we live hellish lives but can be saintly kids
if you just try . . . TRY!
until then we’ll continue to die, continue to cry
the hood kids that no one really cares about
it’s so obvious that no one really cares . . .
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“Jesus saw the city, and He wept over it.”
(Luke 19:41