larry has a stab wound
healing on his stomach
he lifts up his shirt
to show me the gauze
stained red-brown
he tells me it looks worse
than it feels
jerryl has a friend
who was gunned down
last saturday night
on his front porch
dead on arrival
he has been carrying
a gun in his bookbag
since sunday
toya has a cigarette
hanging out of her
mouth every morning
before the door is unlocked
she is fifteen
and her belly grows
bigger every day
while the rest of her
wastes away
trey has a mother
who smokes crack
until she passes out
on the kitchen floor
he can't read
all he ever thinks about
is picking his mother
off of the kitchen floor
and taking the blackened pipe
from her knotted hand.
i am diagramming sentences
on the black board
ted smokes rock
subject verb object
bob bought a gun
subject verb object
sally sells drugs
subject verb object
i don't want to die
verb
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