Where

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