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Area Fret


Stepping into the neighborhood
Fill-in with fear
Reasoning how unfair
People stay in a rough hood

I later stood in my yard
Everywhere being silent
Like a graveyard
I like to talk but had to be quiet

The hood was old and different
Unlike the Porsche, boring and recent
No one to talk or chill with
I started to feel the fret heat

© 2018 Dawodu Michael KT