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Money seeds sprinkled over golden soil in '94 and there I grew to be amongst the rare breed. I feed poetry. Eat good.

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hood

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she was from the hood.

but she wasn't hood like her neighbor.

what is being "hood"? she thought..

is it being ghetto?

addressing my sistas as "b*tches" and "hoes"

is it being a b*tch or a hoe?

is it being both?

is it standing on the corner..waiting for the next move to make on a summer day while the sun settles in my black skin because i have no goals or plans?

is being hood, being nothing?

is it being a baby mama gettin' beat around by my baby daddy who is deat beat to the seeds he planted in me that grew so beautifully?

is it ramen noodles with the hot sauce?

kool aid with two different flavors?

is it reppin' two different colors?

is it getting high everyday?

is it smoking or drinking your life away?

is it running in people's house, stealing what they work for just to say you had to make a way out of no way?

is it committing crime til they scream "free him/her til he's/she's free"?

is it living in poverty?

is it being about that life?

is it going through strife?

is it losing loved one to crime?

is it shooting one another?

it is being buried 6 ft under?

is it being remembered on a tshirt?

is it being black?

can you be white?

 

what makes the hood, hood?

...im not sure.

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TamaraD says:

This Is nice I often wondered this myself. It"s like being anything other than this is not cool...However I beg to differ Nice job indeed
 

zhonnny says:

@TamaraD Thank you so much. I've been wondering this for a long time. None of these factors are something to be proud of.

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