poetry critical

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Random Poem:


on the front yard fence,
watchin’ people go by, odd and
indifferent to the conflicts
of their oppression,
the sun hung way up in the
sky, getting even for our
existence, eight yrs old, too hot
to play, so we mostly sat around
tryin’ to stay cool, tryin’ to hide out
from the parents
next door to us was an old
lady who sold snowballs,
she got a lot of business from
the kids in the neighborhood,
especially on days like this
parents sat on porches and
balconies, not knowing the
consequences of the wars,
yelling up and down the streets
for us kids to do this and that,
to go the store, take out the
garbage or get ready for church
we tried our best to hide out, but
word would travel from one parent
to the next and our whereabouts
would soon be discovered
when night finally fell
we chased the girls up and
down the street, cornered them
in alleys and hallways trying
to steal a kiss or cop a feel.
we didn’t know the hell we
were doing, just imitating
our big brothers or whatever
the hell we heard them talk
I’d order an strawberry and
coconut snowball, the sun hung
dangerously overhead, I shaded
my eyes with my hand, smiled
as my snowball melted,
I smiled because I knew I
would win the race against
the sun, someone had

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