I live on a street, it’s called Orchard street
You walk around on eggshells because you don’t know what kind of trouble you’ll meet
Today could be a stabbing, tomorrow could be a shooting
For love and peace is all that I’m rooting
There’s many children that live on this street, for it’s full of families
Yet, it’s home to some of this town's finest fatalities
People crave for this street to get better
But it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen, with the continuous blood splatter
There’s many different things that happen in a day
You never know, if the world is falling apart, or if everyones okay
There’s gun violence on the corner of orchard and jefferson
No one knows what’s truly going on, but there’s high tension
On the corner of orchard and baker there’s knife violence
I swear the crime on this street has continued rising
Is there even a street in this town safe anymore?
I’m honestly scared to walk out my front door
To sit in your yard is almost as tiring as a chore
Because you don’t know if someones going to walk up and put you on the floor
So you sit there, watching your back and sides
Going over the steps in case there’s a split second of a choice to decide
Where do I run? Are they after me? What did I even do?
This is the stress that orchard street puts people through
This street is a beautiful street when there’s no one around
Because it’s almost as if the world has crumbled straight to the ground
I live on a street, and it's called Orchard street
The street where you really never know what kind of trouble you’ll meet
Stephanie Davis
May 2021
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a real street that I do live on, this is the daily struggle us people go through. I wanted to write this to bring awareness that we need more love and peace in this world.
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I couldn't begin to imagine what it must be like for you guys. So much for the right to bare arms!
Need to do more than roll your sleeves up....😊
Exactly. I just mind my own business and hope I'm not the next victim.
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It is so sad ion these times that violence on the streets is becoming so much more prolific, it is happening here in the UK as well. I do hope that some day love for all will come to our world.
Andy
That's what I hope for also. Thank you for reading.
Thanks for sharing...great wisdom.
Thank you for reading
That is one easy to read poem which flows nicely, Steph.
Sounds like it should be in Baltimore. But it’s not; probably in Alabama as far as I can tell…. Anyway, thanks for the heads up – I won’t be coming your way in a hurry….
Ah, look – sorry. Some situations are so awful that the only way to get round them is with some dark humour.
But what is to be done? Hopes and prayers don’t seem to hack it, do they? Nor do movements (are there any?) to ban guns and give those violent characters the opportunity for an education and opportunities.
Your only recourse is to put your work out there with some constructive suggestions as widely as possible, and…………………………Good luck!
Thank you. I do my best to write about topics that no one wants to hear about because I think it's important to raise awareness of the bad and the good. Unfortunately, I live in new York where it seems to be getting worse with crimes instead of getting peace and opportunity. I love dark humor so don't ever feel bad about it with me. 🙂
I should move - but where to?!
Exactly. New York is definitely not a good state anymore.
what was their slogan
when they Proudly marched
showcasing their kneejerk reactionary: idiocy?
oh yeah:
'Defund the Police', I believe...!
and like, mind-warped Seal's
all those 'agreeable woketivist's'
clapped and bowed..
now what, huh
now who?
they gona dial-up
or run, to....
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Thank you for reading and commenting. I appreciate all the comments and readings!
Your poems are ABOUT things. I like that! You bring Orchard Street to life, so to speak. What irony, such a beautiful name for a flawed place. Take care and know you have friends!
Thank you so much. I'm really over joyed to see the liking of my writings! I'm glad people are reading what I write. It makes me feel good to know that I can touch the hearts of strangers and become a part of a community because of my way with words. Thank you forever.
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