Orchard Street

I live on a street, it’s called Orchard street
You walk around on eggshells because you don’t know what kind of trouble you’ll meet
Today could be a stabbing, tomorrow could be a shooting
For love and peace is all that I’m rooting
There’s many children that live on this street, for it’s full of families
Yet, it’s home to some of this town's finest fatalities
People crave for this street to get better
But it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen, with the continuous blood splatter
There’s many different things that happen in a day
You never know, if the world is falling apart, or if everyones okay
There’s gun violence on the corner of orchard and jefferson
No one knows what’s truly going on, but there’s high tension
On the corner of orchard and baker there’s knife violence
I swear the crime on this street has continued rising
Is there even a street in this town safe anymore?
I’m honestly scared to walk out my front door
To sit in your yard is almost as tiring as a chore
Because you don’t know if someones going to walk up and put you on the floor
So you sit there, watching your back and sides
Going over the steps in case there’s a split second of a choice to decide
Where do I run? Are they after me? What did I even do?
This is the stress that orchard street puts people through
This street is a beautiful street when there’s no one around
Because it’s almost as if the world has crumbled straight to the ground
I live on a street, and it's called Orchard street
The street where you really never know what kind of trouble you’ll meet

Stephanie Davis
May 2021