T’Quan Harper. Poet Warrior

THE BOY FROM GARY

I come from where it is not safe

Chip bags and Candy

WRAPPERS

On the street this is not a place

To leap about

I go to sleep hoping I wake in the morning.

You might see drug deals

You might see killing but I

I am willing to get out of

This place.

You might see someone spray but

I’m foresure not talking mace.