THE MEETING OF THE GHETTO PRINCE AND SUBURBIAN PRINCESS

[eizzy.k]

Sweat glistening off dark defined arms

Chiseled by physical endeavor,

A sign of a true laborer.

An earnest face

With dark eyes deepened by adversity,

Strong defined hands, weathered and roughened by poverty.

You stop your road-side work

To look up at me:

Driving past in my air conditioned Mercedes.

Healthy off wealth and educated,

With long plaited hair and large silver hoop earrings.

Soft toffee brown skin,

Lathered with scented soaps and creams.

Our eyes meet

For that fleeting moment

I see you. You see me.

In our gazes embrace,

There is a connection that we do possess.

Yet divided by ascribed circumstance,

Classified into separate social ranks.

We know this connection can never manifest into any real relation

Despite our genuine intentions

Society does not make any exceptions.

It a shame you’ll never get to know me,

A shame we will never meet again.

Never get a chance to pursue this unlikely romance,

Unless by chance,

But even that requires a little finance.

Still we stare at each other,

Despite the dead hope that stares back.

Until the moments passed;

As the common urban story foretells:

Of the tragic romance between

The Ghetto Prince

And Suburbian Princess.

[Couzifer]

Am liking this, yeah it makes me see how it can be so hard to reach to the good things although they might seem to be an eye sight away, it also makes me see the gap btwn the poor and the rich despite their connections.

Powerful piece, great concept, keep inking.

[AddictiveSoul]

[quote name="eizzy.k"]

Still we stare at each other,

Despite the dead hope that stares back.[/quote]

Love that line...

This piece is awesome. I love your imagery, even in stating (sad) facts.

bless

[Beesting]

Wow. Ish was tight. Is it based on true events. If so, that must be sad

[eizzy.k]

thanx 4 the feedback n love y'all.

I appreciate it!

And yea Bee, you can say it was based on true events...buh it also happens everyday, you know? You see this fine brother or sister you really feel, buh you never dare get to know or even consider dating him/her just cuz they poor or ghetto...even if they really nice people...it is quite sad!

[Poetic Seraph]

no no no, this is too sad. too painful. what a beautiful poem. the way u play with the words to describe the whole situation and even though u don't express it literally, the whole poem leaks of regret. this guy's face is one of those faces that you'll never forget. one of those faces that will always be combined with 'what ifs'

on a personal note, I still think it's wrong and stupid (no offense) to automatically deny a possible relationship (whether it be lover or friend) because that other person is from a different social class. yeah people will talk, yeah u'll go through hard times. so what? if u'll make it, it'll be a proof of how strong ur relationship is/was. if u don't make it, then at least u tried and there are no more 'what ifs'

i personally cant stand 'what ifs'. i prefer taking risks and i never regret. but that's just me

[Couzifer]

[quote name="Poetic Seraph"]on a personal note, I still think it's wrong and stupid (no offense) to automatically deny a possible relationship (whether it be lover or friend) because that other person is from a different social class. yeah people will talk, yeah u'll go through hard times. so what? if u'll make it, it'll be a proof of how strong ur relationship is/was. if u don't make it, then at least u tried and there are no more 'what ifs'

i personally cant stand 'what ifs'. i prefer taking risks and i never regret. but that's just me[/quote]I agree witchu on this Seraph, becoz it feels same here.