Homelessness Made Easy For Dummies
By
Danny Aponte, 6th Grader At Public School 161
The French Riviera of The Bronx is Orchard Beach of
sun-bleached hot sands. I walked on water sandbars with a diver’s mask worked
for by shining shoes and delivering groceries. Behind me was a memory of my
mother’s husband who abused me.
Among other things, he tried to drown me in the bathtub.
He didn’t know I could hold my breath longer than any kid at
the swimming pool.
Air was almost depleted as I ran series of exits at fast
speed to settle on an option.
Play dead.
He let go of my neck when my body went into convulsions and
then limp. He ran out of the apartment with a strange yell and into the streets
of The South Bronx.
I will never come back to The South Bronx. I put on my mask
and dived into mystery.
The ocean washed the belt lashings off my back as I flew
free with euphoria.
I wanted to live in Atlantis
One day I would come back for my mother.
I had a grand adventure that was lost like sunken treasure
because of a Neo Nazi who pretended to be a friend so he could punch me several
times in the back of my head.
It felt like he had shot me rapidly at point blank range
into my brain.
Left for dead, my body disappeared deep into the
subconscious
I drifted.
If I’m dead, why do I dream of revenge by living life well?
I saw stars in every direction.
Every point of light was a memory close but far away
Then I was back in a glass building with VR visors.
What year is it?
2018
Copyrighted
By
Daniel Angel Aponte
Dreamer
DAAD
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