𝐃𝐚𝐣𝐮𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫
𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟗
𝐋𝐨𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐂𝐀
If I could absorb your heart's pain
and let it flow thru my veins instead,
i would.
And just like that, I finished my poem called "Carry Your Cross". I'd been working on it for a couple days and I finally finished it. I made it with my mother in mind but it could also apply to anyone else that I care about that goes through hardships.
"Dajuan...what is X?" Mrs. Mulligan asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I looked up at her from my notebook then I moved my notebook to reveal the math worksheet under it.
"Well if 2x+5=3x+10 then X has to be..." I paused for a second to do the 9th grade level math in my head. "Then X has to be negative 5."
She chuckled under her breath knowing I wasn't paying attention before she said anything to me. "Good job." She said finally while rolling her eyes getting a nod in return.
"Nigga think he know shit now." My homie Rodney laughed.
"Nigga we learned this shit freshman year fool." I shook my head.
The bell for second lunch rang making Mrs.Mulligan stop teaching and all the students get up from their seats, including me.
"Aye, I thought Dani got expelled." He raised his eyebrow while looking through the crowd of kids and at Danielle.
"Yeah I thought the same thing the way she whooped on Lisa." I nodded then shrugged. "But I guess not."
"She look even better now though." He eyed her from head to toe making me do the same.
"She was always fine." I smiled lightly.
"What? You still got a crush on her?" He chuckled while looking over at me eyeing her body.
"Nah, crushing is for little ass kids, she's just a friend." I shrugged.
I've known Danielle since we were little because her and Michelle have been friends since the sandbox. I used to have the biggest crush on her when we were kids, and she was even feeling me too for some time.
It was never official but in 8th grade we were almost together. Although, later that year she got in with the wrong crowd and started seeing me as a "square" or so she said.
Ever since then we haven't been very close but we're cool. We still laugh with each other and make jokes, and she even used to buy weed from me until that thing with Wanda happened. I think that fucked up her trust with everyone.
She was happy for the most part before Wanda died. She was still doing her things in the streets but she was working a normal job on the side at Tam's with Michelle and I. She was even thriving at school.
But after Wanda died, everything about her changed. Her attitude, her demeanor, and perspective on life. She quit her job, she stopped smoking which is good I guess, but she's always angry. The only time she isn't angry now is when Michelle is around to lighten her mood.
I'm really observant of people. Even if I'm not their close friend, I still notice changes in their attitude.
I hope we grow close again because under her hard shell she's the sweetest person I know and having somebody like that in my life is important to me.
