Gwendolyn Brooks

We Real Cool

We real coll. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike strait. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.

This poem is about the teenage hood. The times when the poetess lived so many teenagers had problem with drugs. This poem might be about the teenagers that spent all their time doing what they are not supposed to do. She talks how wastefully they spend their time. And at the end there is no time and they die of the sin they committed while hiding from their parents.