Jamaican Acute Ghettoitis

In the Jamaican Ghetto, Life is not planned, it is built by chance often in stages, sitting and lurking, waiting for an opportunity to better ones self. The Ghetto is a place of dirt; even people like me will never completely rid myself of the stench and muck of the Ghetto. I have not overcome my personal struggles, distrust of others, fear of persecution and death due to the envy of others for my material accumulations. You can never demonstrate how truly smart or talented you are in the Ghetto because people become centrally focused on your evolution, plotting your demise, committed to bringing you back down to the dark, mundane streets of what comprises their existence. People unable to change their lives due to the myopia of their perceptions and the narrowness of their social horizons. Many pictures of dead people are forever plastered on the back drop of the Ghetto; it is a hub for the ignorant and the poor.