Find out what happens to Jaxson. Does he ever get found? What will happen to Lawrence’s basketball career? Find out in the short story, Growing Up. This story is a continuation of a story called The Backstreet. It is necessary to read The Backstreet before you read Growing up, so you can understand important contextual details.
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I am from strangers overcrowding
a small military room, from Top Ramen
noodles and Welch’s jelly. I am
From constant breezes shaping
younger generations. I am from Evergreen
trees envy for green and power,
the thick shells of grown gooey ducks.
I am from fresh French Dip dinners
on Thursday night and an entanglement
of thick hair. From Cody, Eva, and Heather
posing as clowns, lions, and monkeys
for Halloween, I am from the crazy
on my Dad’s side working in my favor
and the dangerous and creative on my Mom’s
side providing a vibrant life. From the
anything is possible and the express yourself
no matter what. I am from a home that spent
Sunday mornings eating wings
instead of growing them, watching the Hawks
felt more natural than the possibility of
a higher power; the power I felt I needed
came from myself. I am from Newport News,
Virginia, From the blue sky that made up
my great great Grandpa’s German eyes.
From the busted lip of my sister when
I realized my golf swing was unpredictable,
the gash on my brother’s hand when I realized
I’m not cut out to be a ninja and from
when my sister, Sporty Spice, I mean Heather tried
to become a Spice Girl. I am random pictures
thrown in a very valuable cardboard
box. I am from the black ink that bleed out
of my Dad’s unreliable pen and the worn down
shoes passed down that did not have souls,
even though we did.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 