Harlem

KristenKreashko on Oct 3, 2009

Tags: ghetto, guns, Harlem

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This is a poem I wrote in 5th grade. For some reason I still remember it. Enjoy, if you can.

I’m a little kid in Harlem

And I’m afraid to go outside

There’s gun shots everywhere

And there’s no place to hide.

My Daddy went outside one day

And got shot in the head.

I’ll never go outside again

I’ll stay inside instead.

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Comments (4)

Shawn O on Oct 5, 2009
Whoa. I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry about what happened to your Dad.
diamondpoet on Oct 13, 2009
Wow how traumatic was that? Thank you for sharing that story inside a poem.
KristenKreashko on Oct 14, 2009
This is a fictional poem.
K V Venkataramana on Dec 13, 2009
A moving poem.

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