I am from a roomy old house
From churches towering high
with large, vibrant windows
I have two sisters and a brother
born years after me
Once upon a time there was a hot dog named Wolf Dog. He lived in New York and he had a pet wolf.
Wolf Dog knew how to fly and his job was to make hot dogs.
Home feels like a house on wheels driving on a
Try and pedal steady!
If you do, you’ll be ready.
Home feels like a charging bull running at the wall.
Focused by anger, resulting in a banger.
After losing my uncle to gun violence in Chicago, I couldn’t find any hope for myself or anything actually good about Chicago.
I thought of Chicago as a dark, evil place that I would be trapped in for the rest of my life. I even thought that one day, I may lose my life to gun violence.
On Thursday's Eat Your Words, we raised a total of...*drumroll please*...