I recollect my summer
days being
spent with my neighbors
on the deuce.
Roller skating, racing down the hill,
and catching up with the
ice cream truck
was all we had to worry about
on the deuce.
Middle school came along,
some of my friends started to
skip class daily. Walking
to the deuce, i saw some sneakers
hanging up on the wires.
Wondering who would throw
their shoes up there
only on
the deuce, i thought.
Soon, i found out they indicated
that it was the drug dealers' territory.
Sleeping at night,
hearing them fuss and fight,
was a struggle.
Subsequently my neighbor Sean became
one of those disturbing voices
late at night on the deuce.
Sitting on the porch
was something i often did on
the deuce, until
May 21st 2006.
Since it was late, my aunt told me to
go inside.
Walking inside, i was upset.
BANG,BANG,BANG!
Ten minutes later, i received
a phone call, and found out
Sean was shot
and didn't make it.
Tears was my only way of expressing how i felt.
I love the deuce, but it has changed
so much from before.
Rest In Peace, Sean.
The Deuce still got love
for you.
