Quondell Johnson
Bl.1
Sep, 29, 2013
English 1
Ms. Mckoy
Where
The mind is open to many things
But that door isn’t opened all the way
My friends say I’m cool
They do anything for me
They got my back only if I rep who I B
I know they show love
When I fight
I just hope I live another night
I go to school with them everyday
But I don’t even think I know the way
They hang with me in the neighborhood
But does anyone know we’re not up to good?
I think to myself what would my mother think?
And then I puff away that thought but is that really me?
I been many places
I have seen many scenes
But I still haven’t found what I need
I had people talk to me
But are those things right
I don’t know if I have to run the streets at night
I have been mean to people
I use to show love
I know that angers the one above
I think of my grandparents looking down on me
I know they are disgusted by what they see
Should I be the one I be?
Or should I change to a better me?
Are these people really my friends?
Will they be there when my life ends?
Are these homies real with me?
Are they what I really need?
Who’s going to answer my call for help?
I don’t even know my self
I am older
And a lot more wiser
But to learn my way is my desire