Reid@YWP

They call it “the hood.”

We call it family.

They call it “ghetto.”

We call it culture.

It’s loud — but it’s home.

The ice cream truck rings at the same time every day.

Today I thought I looked pretty

It must have been a trick of the light

I can't fall asleep in this city

I wish that you'd come stay the night.

Last week I talked to you for hours

Ya know

Sometimes I don’t think

That things will ever get better

Sometimes I don’t see

How they really could

But I’m not always like that

Sometimes I think

“Maybe someday”

“Maybe it will improve”

What will you do with your one wild and precious life? 

There was June snow 

All day today,

Whispering through the air