bubble-gum cigarettes You can buy a box of bubble-gum cigarettes for a dime at the bodega around the cornersometimes,Maria and I walk there,our fingers laced together, a nickelin each of our pockets.The bubble-gum is pink with white paperwrapped around it. when you put it on your mouthand blow, a white puff comes out. You can really believe your smoking We talk with the bubble-gum cigarettesbetween our fingers. Hold them in the airlike the movie stars on TV. We let them danglefrom our mouths and look at each otherthrough slitted eyesthen laugh at how grown up we can be how beautiful. when my sister sees us pretending to smoke, she shakes her head. Thats why daddy died, she said. after that me and Maria peel the paper off, turn out cigarettes into regular bubble gum. after that the game is over.
The reason I chose this poem was because I can really relate to this because my dad passed away about three years ago to lung cancer because he did smoke and whenever I was younger I once got bubble gum cigarettes and though that it was cool and that it was fun but now I can see that, that it not a cool thing and me personally I will never smoke in my life because loosing my dad was the worst thing and my dad was everything to me and I don't want to be a big part in someones life and then not be there because of that reason and I feel like I loved my dad with all my heart and I still do but I wish he would have never started smoking because it is so bad for you health and can kill you.