I guess you ain’t really hungry then.
Too often, the only escape is sleep.
Walk walk walk. The hustle and bustle
Of nervous, excited, tense adult children..
The frenzy of freedom mixed with thoughts of graduation.
Fears of the unknown.
Walk forward; head down. No eye contact. Quick smile.
Hey how are you,
Good bye. ..
Uncertainty. Heads buried in books.. Pretty girls given sheepish looks;
High heels and high eyes..
And even lower self esteem.
Time lost; grades found.
Dark nights with tear stained cheeks.. Early morning with fake smiles and glazed eyes.
They said higher education was the key.. But examinations are the locks…
Time runnin out. They shout,
“When is yo baby gon graduate”
Angry eyes, and even angrier bills,
Time runnin out.
Walk walk walk.
Hustle and bustle, don’t look to the side or the front..
Here they come..
With the chains.
No media about the fact that there’s a All Male, African American High school on the southside of chicago who year after year has a 100% graduating senior class who ALL get accepted to 4 year universities/colleges.
they just want to talk about how whether a person’s death on the southside is gang related or not.
This is ridiculously impressive.