Behind The Fence

Those boys, those boys
Smokin’ behind the broke down fence,
Them boys, holding up their pants
With one hand,
The smell envelopes me
Even before I saw the joint passed around.

I just prayed, for those boys
That this is just high school
And not the trajectory of the rest of their lives.

Besides, we turned out okay.

Advertisements

Thanks for leaving a reply and thanks for reading. Your support is very important to me.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s