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Mine & Yours

—Michael, age thirteen

In my life,

we had to hide the knife.

In your life,

you grew up right.

In my car,

we couldn’t drive too far.

In your car,

you could probably go for a tour.

In my kitchen,

they talked of snitchin’.

In your kitchen,

all you could smell is chicken.

Near the trees

is where we grew the weed.

Near your trees,

you could hear the bees.

On my land,

there were lots of beer cans.

On your land

is a box of sand.