By Bryan Harris
Grade 4
Webster
My mind playing tricks on me
Homie it’s dvs enemy that be
Following me. Seen them out my window
And I bring kinfolks thought I pushed
On the ground using my fist giving them rounds
Why all this time I was pounding
On the ground I think is he real or
Is he fake I lived on
I was on
Punching the concrete my hands were just getting
Bloody with my southpole jeans and my white beeter getting wet
And muddy but it wasn’t just
Somebody had to find a way to get home
I left it was 12:00 so I started to run home all alone in the dark so I called a taxi driver I got in looked in the rearview mirror saw who it was my enemy I just woke up it was a dream my mind playing tricks on me.