Where did it go wrong? Have you noticed how everything is changed?what happened? I ask myself over and over again.
Kids used to be able to play outside
“Simon says," “hide and seek”
or any other game.
But time has changed and it’s not safe.
Violence has taken over, young kids are running the streets,
in every corner there’s a group looking out for each other... or maybe just the “hood”.
It’s so scare just to go outside because all of a sudden a car is driving by...
“Shots fire” you will hear someone scream, “shots fire”
better call the police.
Is not safe here and is not safe there,
Is not safe in the schools, the church or anywhere.
So you see?? I don’t want to die, I rather stay inside and just play my “Nintendo” or play with my phone
the “Xbox” or “PlayStation."
Is not the same... so I’ll rather
stay inside where I feel safe.
Luz Lopez
About the Creator
Luz Lopez
I was born in P.R in 1964. At age 16 my mother sent me to live with my aunt in the beautiful state of CT.
Between the ups and downs during my life, I found words to describe my feelings. I
Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson3 days ago in Fiction
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