I had been reading aloud yearly a poem from this collection without knowing until 2006 where the poem came from. I stumbled upon this book in my grandfather's library a few days after he died. i read that same poem at his funeral. The collection is poignant and beautiful, from the mouths of babes, at the most vulnerable point in their lives, "penned up inside this ghetto". It strikes me as I right this review that it is my grandfather who exposed me to poetry before I fell in love with e.e. cummings, shel silverstein, w.b. yeats, edgar allan poe, and so many others.