Growing Up On Fourth Street

Growing up in Seguin
I was the one gravel street

which spit dust
into a spiral

the gang down the street
wore their sweaty lips

the cops
drove around each neck

in school
I always loved a girl

on the white side of town
I used my knife on the books

my barrio
floats in the clouds now

at least
that's what they say

my feet
planted firmly on the ground

I growl my peace
and write