Author's Note: This is a poem that I made after my grandparents took me to the inner city of Milwaukee to donate a sewing machine to a church, and it was a very humbling experience and these are my thoughts reflecting it.
On the other side of the chain link fence
Lies a different neighborhood
A different lifestyle
Of constant fear
Of constant woe
On the other side of the chain link fence
On the other side of the chain link fence
Is the neighborhood first settled by Benjamin's family
Is the land settled by those who lived under the chains
who evolved to work the line
On the other side of the chain link fence
On the other side of the chain link fence
Lives those who live to make it through the day
Lives those who are broken
Lives those who seek escape
On the other side of the chain link fence
On the other side of the chain link fence
They gaze from their homes
At the prosperity
They can't enjoy
On the other side of the chain link fence
On the other side of the chain link fence
Lives those without
Lives those without sanctuary
Lives those without freedom
Lives those without knowing life
On the other side of the chain link fence
