Child Of The Ghetto (The Musical)

To underestimate “A Child of the Ghetto” is by far the most foolish thing one can do.
The Child of the Ghetto is not a trend, it is a lifestyle turned statement.
No one wakes up and dreams to live in the ghetto beside the lost American kid secretly rapping the N word at the top of his lungs.
For some of us the only gardens we see is in our imaginations.

But see that’s the magic.

To live in hell and still find its beauty; that’s power

To have the audacity to dream and imagine a way out; that’s magic

But to be hopeful and empty-handed now that is Godly.

Only a few are divinely designed to live in the ghetto

We are not accidents, incidents or some mistake

We are more than harsh realities.

We’re tailored different; designed to bare what others cannot withstand, designed to find possibilities where others refuse to go and look.
We make way with the impossible.
To count out the children of the ghetto is to count out some of the most creative disciples in the bible.

Jesus was born in the ghetto. Moses came out of the ghetto. Even Buddha had to go to the ghetto to be enlightened.

From finding the promise in punishment, to the sunshine in misery
. We always find a way.
When all is said and done the children of the ghetto will not be stopped

Our songs will forever be sung
Because we are the chosen ones.
To underestimate ‘A child of the Ghetto’ is to be a fool.
The ghetto, where dreams are hung out on clothes wires to dry
. Where certain rainbows are thrown in or forced to co-exist.
The ghetto where caterpillars find their butterfly, where stars are born but most stars are never seen
. Home of kings and queens hiding in headwraps, hoop earrings and durags.

There are stories to be told, truths to be swallowed, and beauty to be found, welcome to the Ghetto.

-Shadenia Davis

Host or Publisher Shadenia Davis