Ms. Murray 5th Grade
Where I come from, there are many
people that greet me while I walk down
the street, young and elderly.
Where I come from, I smell sweet
Fabuloso, of which me and my mom clean,
and the tasty neighborhood food trucks
that sell burgers and tacos.
Where I come from, I can drive
and see many good restaurants.
Where I come from. I love hearing
the loud cars and trains that come by.
It’s like they’re telling me to stay
awake
Where I come from, I can touch
the tall gates in my neighborhood.
Where I come from, I can greet my
neighbor. What are they doing?
Where I come from, I hope people drink
and argue less. Where I come
from, there are many things that
have happened and things to do.
I live in West Englewood,
where every morning that I step outside,
my eyes fall on the big and old
building across the street, and
the really large lot next door.
When I breathe, my lungs fill
with the faint scent of car
gas and the strong scent of plants
and soil and nature.
I can taste the spicy dynamites
in my mouth, and the bubbliness
of the coke as well. I
hear the firing gunshots on
some nights, and the faint whistling
of the wind on others.
I can feel the rough brick of
the buildings as well as the cool
metal of the gates, tall and short.
Every day, I see the same old
man walking on the sidewalk.
I hope that someday
West Inglewood can get to become
a safer and better place.