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.
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.
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.
It’s almost funny….
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