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=Gentrification: New form of D I V I D I N G America= Gentrification according to Wikipedia: Gentrification, or urban gentrification, is the change in an urban area associated with the movement of more affluent individuals into a lower-class area. They thought it was cool to burn crosses on your front lawn as they hung you from trees in your backyard They thought it was cool to leave you thirsty and stranded, Katrina! He thought it was cool to carry a gun in his classroom and open fire, Virginia Tech, Columbine Stop the violence! They think it's cool to stand on the block hiding product in their socks to make quick dime bag dollars They think it's cool to ride down on you in blue and white unmarked cars busting you upside your head Freeze... 'Cause the problem is we think it's cool too Check your ingredients before you overdose, on The Cool...
 * Isesha poem (The Cool Intro) **
 * They thought it was cool to tear down the projects and put up million dollar condos, Gentrification**



by Sherman Alexie Let us remember the wasps That hibernated in the walls Of the house next door. Its walls Bulged with twenty pounds of wasps And nest, twenty pounds of black Knots and buzzing fists. We slept Unaware that the wasps slept So near us. We slept in black Comfort, wrapped in our cocoons, While death’s familiars swarmed Unto themselves, but could have swarmed Unto us. Do not trust cocoons. That’s the lesson of this poem. Or this: Luck is beautiful. So let us praise our beautiful White neighbor. Let us write poems For she who found that wasp nest While remodeling the wreck. But let us remember that wreck Was, for five decades, the nest For a black man and his father. Both men were sick and neglected, So they knew how to neglect. But kind death stopped for the father And cruelly left behind the son, Whose siblings quickly sold the house Because it was only a house. For months, that drunk and displaced son Appeared on our street like a ghost. Distraught, he sat in his car and wept Because nobody else had wept Enough for his father, whose ghost Took the form of ten thousand wasps. That’s the lesson of this poem: Grief is as dangerous and unpredictable As a twenty-pound nest of wasps. Or this: Houses are not haunted By the dead. So let us pray For the living. Let us pray For the wasps and sons who haunt us.
 * Gentrification**

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