Yellow

Written by: Lashawn Wilkins


  It's early sunday morning
and the sun has started it's shine
I look outside to notice
the neighbors drinking a holiday wine
there sits their son, to young to join
having sweat stream down his face 
 shining like brand new coins 
already experiencing a taste, he stared
unable to tell the stress he bared
He's had his first drink and now he's scared.