Suzy On The Board Walk Poem by Suzae Chevalier

In New Jersey in nineteen sixty eight

I was two years old and feeling great.

The sun shown brightly on my pink dress

my hair blew into a tossed little mess.

I went under fence with metal bars

following my brother and sister

who were not far.

I imitated them with keen eye

I caught everything they did try.

I did venture on my own

"a curious child " I was told.

The board walk has changed a lot

visiting in the nineties

Trump casino with my aunts.

I can now see poverty across the street

while people gamble their money

away into defeat.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 14,2016