Running the Streets

We ran the streets not as thugs but as children not old enough to be out there but on our own as our parents were busy He was taller than I, but nice, and shared whatever food he found He had boots which made me jealous We spoke of childhood dreams but did not live them We were busy scrounging whatever food we could sharing half a sandwich or a piece of bread loving life as children who do not know otherwise can No one told us about school so we did not miss it We saw others running the streets Not children Adults They encouraged us and watched out for us We were protected by the godfather of the neighborhood He had men watching out, so we would be safe We were insanely happy Never knowing how protected we actually were.