by Amy Friedman | Jun 30, 2017 | POPS authors
I feel the ocean breeze Kicking back and smoking bomb tree Thinking of this world as a killing disease Like the air for the Japanese I know I got no school degree Not middle or even elementary But f__ it, I’m doing just fine eating seeds My mom saying don’t leave mi...
by Amy Friedman | Jun 16, 2017 | POPS authors
Regardless of the circumstances, what happened last year changed my life for the better. Walking towards the car where my mother was waiting after school on April 25, 2015, the sun felt warm on my shoulders. The sun was shining brightly at 3 o’clock. We drove off,...
by Amy Friedman | Jun 9, 2017 | POPS authors
How could she? I was only gone for a second. Or was it a year? A year that felt like a century. I had been replaced faster than I could blink. I see them together and I feel a sharp pain in my back; red, hot, blood pouring—and I catch a glimpse of a giant silver...
by Amy Friedman | Jun 2, 2017 | POPS authors
Innocence is given to us all at birth But through the pollution of what’s around us It is corrupted and tainted without mirth The pillars of family broken down one by one All through your selfish actions An easy way in life is sought But reaped the wrath of the...
by Amy Friedman | May 26, 2017 | POPS authors
I come from a neighborhood where violence is the answer to everything Where being a project kid is a lifestyle Where girls get pregnant and their baby daddies get locked up in jail I come from a hood where no one wants to see you do better Where loyalty is questioned...
by Amy Friedman | May 19, 2017 | POPS authors
I taught myself how to smoke away my lonely mood, My momma taught me you should always tell the truth, Uncle Freddy taught me how to drink my pain away, My daddy taught me how to lie to my lady’s face, Lil Chris taught me how to flip my weed, Alan taught me life can...
