The Streets Below

Her headphones block out the world,

The cruelty.

The violence.

The chaos.

Her head, leaning against the wall,

Her room dark,

Blank stare, straight ahead.

Unable to hear the gun shots,

The police sirens.

The screams for help,

Another casualty in the streets below.

She just listens to the bass, emanating

from her headphones,

The aggressive rhyme schemes,

Intricate delivery.

She focuses on the words,

And not the world.

One day, it will be her on the street,

While another girl is in her room.

But until then, she’s just gonna

Listen to her music,

Wishing another world existed.

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