Urban Jungle

What it's like for me living in an urban jungle. https://soundcloud.com/mzmoonshine/urban-jungle

The suffocation I feel from the road rage induced panic attacks

high blood pressure, low tolerance for bullshit, streets of West Michigan

is putting me in survival mode.

 

The cancers haven’t killed me, but the people surely will

with their heartless, evil, narcissistic , borderline personalities

twisted in revenge, cut-throating the good-hearted for simply being

 

Pretty.

 

The drudgery of just trying to get in and out of that so-called ghetto Meijers

leaves one wishing they could be a recluse - If only they didn’t need food.

There is no ghetto here though - That’s what nobody understands.

 

Hey - I’m from the projects - I know what ghetto is, and what it’s not.

 

And yeah, I feel safe in my home here, and often didn’t there

But if I was hungry - Somebody fed me. 

If I needed protection - Somebody had my back. 

 

And yes, listen to this - Men treated women with respect.

 

Here - They’d kill you with a shopping cart in front of 100 people in the parking lot -

If they could. 

It’s not just the poor who commit crimes you know?

It’s the white collar, dirty money, family members raiding bank accounts

and robbing the unsuspecting of their dignity.

 

The desolate become despondent.  I know - I’m married to a life of this sorrow.

But, one thing I learned from the roots of my urban jungle -

Is how to be a bonafide hustler.

 

I’ve got branches and trees and vines sprawling out in all kinds of directions -

Weeds growing from the cracks of the concrete.  

Mother Nature goes on - No matter who tries to make her go down.

 

You can f**k with me, but you can’t f**k me.

You can hate on me, but you can’t annihilate me.

You can muffle my voice with your maniac ways, but

 

I hear music where there is no sound.

Author's Note

Try out this challenge write:

Using these words, write a poem about your concept of an Urban Jungle, and what it’s like to live there.

suffocation
drudgery
concrete
vines
survival
desolate
music
streets
money

WRITE ON!

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Hey Coco...Its been a while but I wrote this for you in 5 minutes...I hope you like my freestyle spoken words in your honor...Please, share it with the group.

Urban Jungle...


San Francisco...where I feel like a Tourist in my own city...the gentrification has designed me out of the picture...full of hipsters, these pretentious style trickster...dropped the bomb, dot com...got some, dot commers commercing in their hostile takeover...The SUFFOCATION, a gentrified proclamation...the corporate makeover...

Can the jobless get a job? How affordable is a health care when we can not even pay for it...the rules change every time...and only the pawns are made to suffer across the board when the King yells castle me...

The City was full of hustle...bustling blue collar...full of fight, full of tussle...so hollar before you go judging me, please let me lay claim on the DRUDGERY...where broken souls once walked upon CONCRETE and VINES growing on decaying buildings in DESOLATE places are now for the rich...like butchers with their cutlery.

Oh, the MUSIC, back in the days, when non stop Hip Hop rocked the block, as ladies flocked and jocked the fellas with new laces and kicks walking the STREETS...we kept it on lock...

When Cashed Ruled Everything Around Me...Cream...MONEY...Dolla , Dolla Bill Y'all!

Now, the dot commers had made the locals suffer in paying their rent...Hey, if it don't make dollars...it don't make cents.

~Ev

[Colette]

this is bad asssssss$! Wow! Impressed! I certainly will share it! Be cool to here u spit it!
read morethis is bad asssssss$! Wow! Impressed! I certainly will share it! Be cool to here u spit it!

[Everett DeValle]

Awww, thank you, Coco...I think I forgot to add the word survival...shoots...for you and soon to be bday girl gift...sorry, my phone blew up and I had to escape from technology...and shower up after a sweaty day...yuck...but yeah, I'll fly up to Michigan and spit it live, if you want me too. :)

[Everett DeValle]

Basquiat meets Rimbaud that's what I felt in this write...you should paint that, Coco. :)

[Everett DeValle]

Oh, don't forget to credit Wu Tang Clan on the near ending line, so sorry, Coco.

[Everett DeValle]

F****n Awesome! First and foremost, that photo of you is So Badass! I'm diggin it, Coco...your poetry is just raw and strong...Real...I need to write a poem with your word list...Shnap! You got me floored lol ~Ev

[Colette]

do it! and yeah...try out SoundCloud!

[Everett DeValle]

Okay, your wish is my command...yeah, I should create an account on Soundcloud...I don't think anyone ready for my voice...I'll Rock it! ;)

[Colette]

rock the mic Yo!

[Everett DeValle]

And So It Goes...Love ya, Coco!