Sidewalk University Poem by lucinda bryson

Sidewalk University a school we all know but wouldn't ancknoweledge.The teaching of hard life and inperfect people.Sneakers hung high off of telephone wires. Crowd walk ways and disrespectful people urine filled elevators.If you graduate you may survive the streets.Language in which others try to copy ebonicis is now in the dictionary.

I may want to travel to the great wonders of the world. Will I be safe? or will you see me on the eleven oclock news.Foreign ghettos and marvelous adventures will be great to see. My neighborhood I know each alley and each person.You call it dangerous I call it safe.You call it ghetto I call it home. Sidewalk University

Teaching about culture and style I learn more here then at harvard. Cumming personalities, rich food and life lessons all taught in one place My classroom Sidewalk University