Just Us 4 Youth

The city owns you after dusk You sleep as one of its own The elephant in the room has No room to roam no trust or tusks Just skin and bones The scent of discontent of Continents adrift collide in the neap Tide of her tears inside What are we but walking trees? Seeking Roots to run deep Sesame Street has a dark side Count 1-2-3 we weep and weep Yet What are we but walking trees? Standing On every street corner While they throw shades and blades our arms stretch out In preservation Our roots run deep with hope Every playground is surrounded Laughter rides on the backs of butterflies 3 O Clock the trees stand in watch Backpacks carry our future home Written by John David McKellar John David McKellar has lived in Pomona for 14 years. His three daughters (and wife) are/were all PUSD students. Over the years his heart has been broken for our youth in the city. He served as a youth pastor for over 10 years and now serves as a Mentor Supervisor for Just Us 4 Youth. He has hope for our...