We Real Cool
The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden Shovel.
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
Dolisha's Poetry 
I love this poem. I first heard it in my drama class in high school
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My first time hearing it was in my freshman year! African American lit class was the best!
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