Poemas Urbanos-Urban Poetry

In the shadow of the skyline, broken glass gleams,
Sidewalks cracked like the dreams of teens—
Sirens sing lullabies, cold and hollow,
Hope drips slow from the walls we follow.

Chain-link fences guard more than yards,
They hold in stories, bruises, and scars.
Graffiti prayers on abandoned brick,
Spray-can prophets writing truths so thick.

Mama’s cooking on a second-hand stove,
While outside, boys hustle just to stay clothed.
Corners whisper names of the lost,
Each one a soul weighed down by the cost.

We make music out of noise,
Out of rust, out of busted toys.
Beats thump like a heart that won’t quit,
‘Cause survival here is the realest grit.

The ice cream truck rolls past boarded schools,
Selling sweetness to kids breaking rules.
Some dream of stages, some of peace,
Some just want the war to cease.

Chicago winds don’t feel like hugs—
They slap you straight with city shrugs.
But even here, where the pavement bleeds,
A rose can rise from concrete needs.