They tell me I'm too young to understand what happens everyday in my neighborhood. The south side of Chicago is a tough place to grow up. All day there are gun shots and police sirens, guys with gold teeth drive up and down the streets. My parents both work downtown during the day, and I go to school down the street, but I get home first. We have four locks on the doors, and I'm not allowed near the windows. I stay upstairs in my room everyday until my mom gets home. At night, the old and broken security system taunts us with the illusion of safety. Even if the sky is falling down, I know the criminals of Chicago won't stop. So everyday until I'm older, I'll have to worry about safety. But I guess that's life.
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