Isaac Carrasco. Poet Warrior.

Walking Down the Street 

 

As I walk down the street

I sigh.

I wish I was an a Sunny,Tropical

Island and

Not this pitiful place.

As I walk down the street

I see my neighbors busted

Up window

And his uncut grass.

As I walk down the street I smell gunpowder

As I hear the terrible sounds

Pow!pow!

As I walk down the street

I hear cars honking and street lights

Flickering.

I would see board up houses and

With missing boards on the door way

And continue hearing the sound

Pow!pow!

I wish I was somewhere

else.

I wish I can walk down this street

And see

Joy, Kindness,and Caring gestures

I wish I can live in a place where violence does not exist

And see people talking instead of shooting

I wish….

I wish I could erase all the things I went through

However I would never forget the street

150.