Poems from Angel51
A quiet kid from Chicago who lives in New Mexico.
I dream like there's no tomorrow.
I'm harsh because I'm sensitive,
Nothing is easy, but I've come to learn,
The sun still comes up the next day.
Its hard to be optomistic when all you can think of the day your brother you grew up died...
laying twisted in the pavement
everyday you...
Dont try to change me,
I'll always be the same
no matter what girl is by my side,
or how good my grades are.
ill always be the one kid who...
i see them all the timethe shadows of things that once were or i wanted or were going to be mine.
i think i see shadows of my dad,
and...
now i think...
when i lived on 51st
there was no such thing as dreams
not even in my sleep
i would wake up screaming
but no one would ever...
IM TALKING TO YOU CHICAGO
IM TALKING TO MY MINORITY BROTHERS,BLACKS AND LATINOS, OUR WHITE BROTHERS STRUGGLING TOO!
WHY DO WE HAVE TO KILL...