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I think back…as a delicate soul. – Nina

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Fascinated with danger.

Delicate flower

I was a hood rat, now that I think back

My hoods had nose candy weed and chop shops, crack rocks.

Hot blocks with S.W.A.T. teams when the shots would pop off…

I hadn’t realized this life would hurt

Hurt my soul

You better bury that body son, a typical conversation

Pitbulls in the culdasac, machetes underneath the pillowcases

I’m too delicate. I’m leaving the wastelands.

 

 

Nina

 

8 thoughts on “I think back…as a delicate soul. – Nina”

  1. Sound scary, i hope things have changed, i myself try to stay out of the hood, here in Vancouver..

    The hood here is nothing like those big american cities, nonetheless the danger is growing!

    chris

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