On the Block

New neighbors have moved in across the street, they talk kind of funny and their food smells like feet. As the sun rises on the day I wave at my father as he drives away, then I glance across the street and see, the lights are off there all still asleep. Later that day the smell is back again and across the street more are moving in, with covered faces and beards on their chin. They gaze at me while walking by as if they hated my guts and wanted me to "cry". They sat there all day and most of the night with towels on heads wrapped real tight, I asked my mom what’s going on? She said, Obama don’t want them on the White House lawn.