another broken promise

I swear I will write soon. About Farm life. And my life. And just plain life. Until then, another poem to pacify. In my attempts to broaden my poetry base I have fallen into reading Gwendolyn Brooks as of late. This poem speaks to me, maybe for no other reason than that it is short and succinct. Enjoy!

"Real cool"
We real cool. WeLeft school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We


Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.
~ Gwendolyn Brooks

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