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Corner House

September 20, 2018
By flaminghotcheetos BRONZE, Sussex, Wisconsin
flaminghotcheetos BRONZE, Sussex, Wisconsin
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I’m from a boxy brick corner house with vines scaling the exterior,

from a neighborhood of tainted windows reinforced by iron bars,

from a community that steals unattended belongings.


I’m from a street corner where collaborating yells and spinning tires disallowed silence,

from an area where no deadbolt could be left unturned before going to school,

from a street my mother didn’t want me roaming alone.


I’m from a corner house who’s key tied around my wrist to make sure my brother and I made it inside after school,

from a house who’s shrubs nurtured the ripest raspberries,

from a house where we ate dinner on the front doorstep.


I’m from cracked sidewalks where I learned to ride a bike,

from potholes which sprung my brother from his bike, breaking his arm,

from an unattended neighborhood which nobody looked after.


I’m from a neighborhood beside the city,

from an area where the people travel without a car,

from a city I couldn’t get enough of.


I’m from a neighborhood I stood too young to comprehend,

from a community friends haven’t made it out of,

from a boxy, brick corner house where strangers would sell drugs when we weren’t home.



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