dreams are wild

why am i always floating somewhere else, somewhere far off unsatisfied with where i am not seeing the human beings in front of me as beautiful souls, every one a glowing, bulging life why am i unsatisfied with the walls of this place, the parking lot and grey gate that traps me and reminds me…

kids living in fear

today it was about 5:30 and i was at the cloud 9 bodega outside school.. the sun was going down.. and this little boy (couldn’t have been more than a 6th grader) goes “lets gooo, the bus is coming and its gettin dark.. my block is no joke at this time.”  his older friend told…