Chicago

Slam Poem

Chicago

Asking my mom for 50 cents

She says no

I ask later she says no.

So I’m looking for 50 cents and I find some.

I walk outside in search of any store that has chips.

I walk and a find a store then I go in.

Pay the man my 50 cents.

I walk out and hear popping noises.

I think it is just kids.

Heard it get louder and screeching tires.

GUNSHOTS… everybody taking cover but me

I drop my bag of chips and run.

I reach home

And think and think.

I just wasted 50 cents.

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