Poetry
Poetry As Picture Book
From The Other Side
That summer, the fence that stretched through our town seemed bigger.
We lived in a yellow house on one side of it.
White people lived on the other.
And Mama said “Don’t climb over that fence when you play.
She said it wasn’t safe.
That summer, there was a girl who wore a pink sweater.
Each morning she climbed up on that fence and stared over at our side.
She never sat on that fence with anyone, that girl didn’t….
