Just a different face

Pappy155

A baby is born, a new life is here

Families rejoice with bottles of cheer

 

It’s the same day; it’s just a different place

Could be the same child; just a different face

Nothings as strong as the love of a mother

And the bond she and her child have for each other

 

One child wears Prada, bling covered in jewels

She lives in a mansion, attends the best schools

One plays in the street in clothes handed down

This concrete ghetto will be his hometown

 

One visits museums, when not learning ballet

They’ve a house on the beach and a winter chalet

One struggles to learn in a school overflowing

To beaches and skiing, he’ll never be going

 

It’s the same day; it’s just a different place

Could be the same child; just a different face

Nothings as strong as the love of a mother

And the bond she and her child have for each other

 

A young woman walks for her college degree

Great fanfare is held for the people to see

A young man is murdered, cut down in his prime

He lived in a big city well known for its crime

 

Her family had money, connections and fame

The papers adored them, and all knew her name

His mom had no husband, no fortune to claim

The papers ignored her, none knew his name  

 

It’s the same day; it’s just a different place

Could be the same child; just a different face

Nothings as strong as the love of a mother

And the bond she and her child have for each other

 

When all has been said and all has been done

We’ll finally be equal, we’ll finally be one

 

  • Author: Pappy155 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 6th, 2024 19:57
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 5
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
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  • Teddy.15

    Another wonderful poem, how true too

    One child wears Prada, bling covered in jewels

    She lives in a mansion, attends the best schools

    One plays in the street in clothes handed down

    This concrete ghetto will be his hometown

    Sounds like lyrics to me, and as I was the one playing on the street s of London in hand me downs I so appreciate this, wonderful poetry 🌹

    • Pappy155

      Thank you! I worked in both ghettos and the upper east side of manhattan - you see how unfair things are!

      • Teddy.15

        so did I only in London south to west 🌹



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