A Fragment #2

I remember running through fields of tall alfalfa,

my legs in stride as Donahue chased me.

The fields lay at the edge of the playground,

just beyond the black top basketball courts.

Donahue taught me the N word,

one day at the kickball bases

when he spat it in my face.

 

This is based on a memory I have….I need some feedback.  Let me know what you think and where I should go next!

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