A Poem from Lathrop Homes

People moving out and moving in

Low income housing on the down low

Where are we going to live? I might ask myself.

Under a bridge

I sweat my brow each day

Look up to the sky, condos all around

Where’s my fresh air?

Boarded up buildings everywhere,

What’s going on in your neighborhood?

Mercy, Mercy, Mercy me,

So many ghettos of my life,

Young people in the system,

Smiling faces, turned up faces, pretend to be your friend.

Respect lost, domestic violence all over,

Women degrading one another,

Children starving in the USA

Where is my hope?

Where is my God?

Forsaken and forgotten people, where is the promised land?

By Sandra Cornwell, Lathrop Homes resident