Azusena Herrera.Poet Worriers.

My Neighborhood

My neighborhood

Is active non-stop

Always hearing tires screeching to a quick

stop

With sirens following behind

When you walk down my block,

You’ll see the cracks in the sidewalk

Filled in with

blood

Either because of good reasons or bad

Good

Because they’ll remind you of good

Memories

Of your childhood with friends

Or bad

Because you’ll get reminded of

Gunshots heard around the universe

Or deaths known throughout the world