THERE ARE NO RAINBOWS IN THE GHETTO

THERE ARE NO RAINBOWS IN THE GHETTO
Little black kids go for a ride, to try and find the end of the rainbow. They get to the bridge, and get half way over the bridge, and a cop pulls up and ask, “Where you kids going?” We tell the cop, that we are going to the end of the rainbow, to find the pot of gold. The cop says, “not today your not, that’s the white side of town.” You don’t belong over there.” He tells us, that we better just ride back home, so we did. Years pass, and we hear the youngsters saying, that they are going to get on their bikes. and go over the bridge. And try to find, the end of the rainbow. We tell them, that they can’t go over the bridge, but they can only go up to the bridge. They then get on their bikes, and ride up to the edge of the bridge. A cop pulls up and says, “Hey!, where you kids think your going?” The kids tell the cop, that they are going to the end of the rainbow, to find the pot of gold. The cop tells them, “You kids don’t belong over there, that’s the white side of town. You kids, just better ride your bikes back home”, so they did.
Years pass, and those kids got older. And one day they heard the youngsters talking about getting on their bikes, and going across the bridge, to find the end of the rainbow. The teenagers told them, there are no such things as rainbows. And on January 27 1969, every kid in the neighborhood, stopped raising their heads to the sky. All they saw, was the cold concrete beneath their feet.. And nobody bought bikes anymore. Because there was no place to go. Only patrol cars, on the perimeter, Keeping us in. A prison without walls. The world no longer called our home, a neighborhood. And started calling it, “a ghetto”. And when grandmas died, we started to fend for ourselves. Protecting each others block. Segregation, racism, and discrimination starved us. Poverty, pushed us into a corner, and became an incubator, for creating Sociopaths. Every month the federal government, would send in their food trucks. Tossing us crackers, and government cheese. While keeping their engines running. And every Sunday in church, we sang “We shall overcome”.

 

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