Welcome to my page!!! My name is Tyrell Polk and I am class of 08!! I hope you enjoy this site that I have put together and I hope that you are able to take something from it.

This is a poem that I have wrote. I wrote this because I started thinking about all the violence and crime thats happening on in my community and I had to write something about it to get everything off my chest. I hope you enjoy it and again welcome.

                                          Life’s picture

                       Picture this 
Walking down the street heading to the store 
Girls to the left girls to right so beautiful you can't ignore 
No care in the world just living your life 
Neva once thought you'll be robed, shot, or even stabbed by a knife 
But then you hear a roaring sound 
Don't know what's going on or even how you got on the ground 
You lay there lifeless as everyone around you scatter 
Police show up 20 mins after 
They ask questions but no one seems to have a answer 
30min ago they were there but now they seem to have amnesia 
Wrong place wrong time is what they say 
No one seems surprised since it happens everyday 
                     

       Picture this 
Walking down the street an niggas walk up to u an say "Yo where u from" 
And you try acting hard but instead your looking dumb 
See while you act hard there’s his niggas in the back reaching for their gun 
You give the wrong answer an your life’s over your done 
Just the way things are in the street 
All these different "Hoods" warring trying to compete 
                     

       Picture this 
A coffin, a grave, a tombstone 
People crying standing over a hole where black roses are thrown 
Beautiful things were said at the memorial 
To bad you couldn't hear them cause it was your funeral 
        Get the Picture

                                          By: Tyrell Polk