Part 3: " a question of will"
By Tyler Mitchell
When I was 10, My elementary asked us who we would vote for.
I told my 10-year-old friend, this guy started the war!
He tipped his 10-year-old chin at me and said, he’s going to end it!
And that was enough for 10-year-old me.
I wish I could tell you who won that ballot,
but I only remember recess
and playing the greatest game of basketball I ever played.
And it was close, and we both left the same...
Zero dollars...and zero cents.
Losing count of everyone who lost that day.
Our fellow ploys
hit
like a fuckin rock.
W picked the sun apart,
Disarmed the firework’s dark.
were young enough to believe
the bomb never knew who would win.