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My Neighborhood

My Neighborhood

By: Hailey Monroy

 

No communication with parents ,

No “How was your day ?”questions

Only a phone in their hand, waiting

for a message of their friends.

How did we get to this ?

Did we ever

expect us to be like this ?

ever?

There is no yelling

“taaaggg!”

There is no more flowers in the

back yard , waiting  for a sip

of water.

 

 

-Hailey Monroy.

 

 

This poem makes me...
  • Think (6%)
  • Smile (0%)
  • Somber (18%)
  • Surprised (29%)
  • Feel a Connection (18%)
  • Inspired (29%)
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