Two minutes
Me and my boys
Two minutes
in the hood
Two minutes
seen the haters
Two minutes
seen the colors of the rags
Two minutes
heard the buck shots
Two minutes
ran like fire ants
Two minutes
My boys buck back
Two minutes
Lil Frank was gone
by Frank, 9th grade
Note: This poem was written by a student in a juvenile probation facility. Writers in the Schools (WITS) offers programs to young people in detention centers, boot camps, and rehabilitation programs. Writing, and creative expression in general, can offer these kids a chance to “have their say,” and they often have a great deal to say.
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Very touchy,very true,all must have a forum to express their view point at least they will grow up without having to carry the burden of things “they only knew”.
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