Blast From The Past...

Today was not a bad day; today was not a good day. Although, I began to feel a lot better as I stumbled upon this Blast From The Past...

Three, Four, Five, Six...

By: Adrien S.

I had no choice

To live with

My dad they sent

Me to my new

Home California

Isn't that bad but

I was only

Three

Three, four I

Don't remember how

Old I was we

Took a trailer and

Old Cadillac drove

Into a graveyard

But he was there he

Was with her but

How should I know I was

Sleep but of course I

Was only three... Scruffy Face

Locks of short hair

Shaved beard he was

There I wasn't.

Cigarette breath tall

Black man saved us from ghosts

Five

We live with brother

Not mine or hers, trapped in

Darkness

Left alone with Junk, not alone

But feeling Alone

He wasn't mean

He wasn't a clown

I never knew who he was with

Us born into us took

Us in one room, one

Day maybe more, one feeling how

Should I know I was only

Five, five, beer, trash, garbage... it's

All garbage... Do we need it all?

What's it all for?

I cry, I die, Do feel it?

But then it comes.

It's over, he's back.

He's not there, no

It's us, we

Aren't there,

There we are in Garbageland.

We are stuck

In the Projects! Beggars,

Killers, attackers,

It's over!

Six

Six, running, I don't want them.

B-day, Yeah, I guess I want it over.

Bro's back, he's really back, but

What do I know? He's not paying...

X-Box, bakery.

He works in the bakery; X-Box he plays,

But he's my bro. He's

Related to me. I

Love him. He makes

Me happy. My bro,

Jason George, he's here, but guess what

I'm 12! I love him

So much... He's here and

Happy. 3...2...1. Yeah, darkness

Away, garbage, away, Westwood Village here.

Car, school, I'm no longer 3, 4, 5, 6,

But 12!