I am living in the getto.
I had no idea
Until it was shouting
And police right here.
"What to expect,
It is getto mam".
It is the first place
It's real.
And the people nice to me.
I get smiles,
I get support from all the getto girls.
They call me "sis".
Boys call "miss"
Whats up sista,
Lets go for run.
We getta girls should take care each one.
Every morning:
"Lets go for run,
Lets go for a run".
Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
