The 4 on My Way

Hood, New York

A. De Los Santos
Slowly, as we ride uptown,

Complexions tend to darken

Sneakers reappear

While cashmere sweaters vanish

The feel of a hard days work surrounds

Tiring your body as your eyelids shut.

Sleep

I think is the only thing on your mind

besides food...

Immigrant filled carts as

crying babies chorus the metal screech,

Pants sagging down to fresh pair of Jordan's

can only bring one thought to mind.

New York

Published by A. De Los Santos

My name is Astharte De Los santos and I am a single mom/ student. I attend Bronx community College, taking courses to become a better writer. I plan to pursue a career in journalism and hopefully transfer by...  View profile

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