Don’t get me wrong,
that’s not me saying
I think The Boys are bad news
or you shouldn’t hang out with them.
I just want to remind you
not to lose your sense of self
for any group, or anyone else.”
These are the words of Mr. Ndour,
I can feel it.
He cares about me.
He wants to help me.
I can admit that
I might’ve been wrong about him.
“I’ll do my best, sir,”
I say, and I mean it.
Dark Humor—Nighttime—My Bedroom
Mum and I agree
seeing the school counselor
is a good idea for me,
and I’ll sign up for
the creative writing workshops.
With that out of the way,
the next topic on my agenda
in this late-night meeting with Mum
is to ask her permission
to go to Obi’s house party this Saturday.
“Matt and Vass are both allowed to go,” I say,
“and Theía Estélla will pick us up
no matter how late the party goes.
But no matter how late I get back,