I sit here on the bare ground under the scorching hot sun, right next to my favorite tea pot
In my hand I hold a pen and some fine piece of paper
I hold the pen in mid air and start to think....
I think about what wording to use to form the perfect sentence as I only have one fine piece of paper to write on
I scratch my head for a little while and look out into thee yard as I let my mind wonder about the billions of things worth writing about
Then it hits me!
I've got it!
I lower my pen onto my fine piece of paper and start engraving the perfect words that fall perfectly into the perfect lines
Then I stop...
Across the front of this fine paper it reads....
'I AM A BLACK CHILD'
With this, I start to feel the excitement within me as billions of thoughts run through my mind
I want to tell the world about the black child.. About me..
I lower my pen once more and just as I'm about to give these thoughts life...
I hear a car's tires scratching it's way down hill.. It's the captain.. He's back..once more time has caught up with me
Hence, I quickly jump to my feet, proceed to the back of the house.. Speed toward my secret hiding place.. Take our my treasure box and hide away my pen and fine piece of paper
Then I turn around with the same speed, rake my footsteps and bolt right back into the house and wait by the door as I'm told to do with a glass of wine while my mom glares at me as if to say..
"I always tell u to stop day dreaming, writing will get you nowhere "
But all I can think of is the next morning when the captains away.. The next scotching hot sun...
My next line on that fine piece of paper.
~G.H
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