I stand on belief
A hard ground on which a young boy was shot dead
and his mother screamed My baby
I stand in a hood where it’s
be about it or turn your back on it
but no one makes it out alive
I stand in the doorway of what your future is made to be
and what you make it
To be or not to be
Believe or don’t believe me
But the world is held on the shoulders
of every elder caring for a helpless soul…
I stand here . . .
Grade: 11