The Park on Benton.
Mi buela used to take me and my sister to the park
with a big green slide.
When we would walk, she would
tell me and my sister to hold hands and not to
look at the men we would pass.
She would tell us to go play but not get close to
the men drinking by the big green slide.
this is where i learned, not to get close to men.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community