I'm not very sure what to say about this poem. The character in the poem seems to have been through a lot in his life. It starts off with him keeping watch over his brother and sister, as they sleep in lord knows where?!!? With cockroaches crawling on their faces. Then it goes on into how he waited in his1954 Chevy Bel-air car with a shot gun prepared to protect him and his car from the wild gang violence in the neighborhood. Then it transition to how his wife ran off with his best friend. More towards the end he
continued...
No comments:
Post a Comment