I'm 21 years old---

2 train 96th Street to Fulton Street, January 28th, 2014
She gives me hope. A very young person. A goal. Hard work. Struggle.
Nothing comes easy. (Just found out she graduated and is on her way – couldn’t resist this picture)

I’m 21 years old, in
college struggling on my
own. The biggest city in
the world, the melting pot
who would’ve known.
I want to be a police
officer, to serve and
protect people, then rise
to investigator and find
people’s killers. A student
at John Jay working
hard to go somewhere,
I mean after all they say if
I can make it here i can
make it anywhere.

Read a poem by Kurt K.

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