DISORIENTED DREAMS Geneva Irvin 8th Grade • Robert Fulton Elementary
My community? Not like the rest of y’all. See where I grew up There weren’t gardens in every front yard, There weren’t people playing their part. Instead, our lawns were graveyards. Graveyards that held our loved ones, Graveyards that held our lost affections. See back in my days, Kids were running around like a stray. Joy and laughter like it was a holiday. Now I just reminisce because those days drifted away. Now you see why you can’t understand, To be tied down to my block like a wristband. So deep in my community, that I can’t plan What life would be like in my dreamland?
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