Harlem

In Harlem the kids scream and run. They have so much fun. Do you see the boy with his hair nappy. He looks so happy. The play and laugh all day. They never want to go away.  In Harlem. 

The kids are acting so mature.  The words that they use would make my heart sore. Even though they think they are just playing.  They aren't aware of what they are saying. In Harlem

On 112th street the kids act as if they were grown. But when the clock hits seven they all go home. The kids act so bad. If their parents knew what they were doing they would be sad. In Harlem

On 110th street is where I see the Central Park. I see dogs “bark” “ bark”. I feel most home on 112th street. The familiar pavement under my feet. The smell of roses and tulips. The people that ride skateboards are the coolest.In Harlem.

 On 122nd street is where my old school is. The people in that school acted foolish. They played games and had fun. Go out for recess and play in the sun. In Harlem.

On 116th street is where I spent most of my time. It brings back memories of playing in the sunshine.In Morningside park I see a grassy and sandy plain. The sand as fine as a rice grain. In Harlem