Light at the End of the Tunnel We march through this tunnel This dark, everlasting…
Hammond.
Ashley Alvarado. Poet Warrior.
Hammond.
Hammond Is dark and blue all around.
Hammond
Has lots of trees with leaves on them
also some are as tall as school buses.
Hammond
Smells like people cooking outside,Fresh grass everywhere.
Hammond
As I walk down my childhood street , I hear kids laughing ,
playing ,
also kids bouncing balls ,
hitting back borders,
kids saying…
“Yay”
“I have buckets”
Hammond
Walking down seeing gangbangers at the corners trying to start trouble ,
Throwing the gang sign down at cars as
they go by ,
shootings,
cops sirens.
Hammond
This is my childhood block.