Chandra Hohmann

Worries - Poem by Chandra Hohmann

It’s almost funny. My parents worry about
my math grade.

I worry about waking up tomorrow and getting a
call, that one of my friends is in the morgue.
By their own choice.

My mother worries about whether or not
I have my lunch money.

I worry about my best friend,
who is only just 16,
landing in jail for a crime he didn’t commit.
Or worse.
Dead at angry gang members hands.

My Dad worries about us having a safe
ride home from a party

I worry about my brother winning a battle with
some form of alcoholism.
I thank God that he made the decision
to stop drinking for

The ‘Rents worry about my lil’ sis
watching to much T.V.

I worry
about how, though she’s only 11,
just a little girl,
she looks older.
Old enough that guys oogle her when she’s
playing at the park.

I worry….
They worry….

It’s almost funny….

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 17, 2005

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