Bubble-gum cigarettes You can buy a box of bubble-gum cigarettes for a dime at the bodega around the corner. Sometimes, Maria and I walk there, our fingers laced together, a nickel in each of our pockets. The bubble gum is pink with white paper wrapped around it. When you put it in your mouth and blow, a white puff comes out. You can really believe you're smoking. We talk with the bubble-gum cigarettes between our fingers. Hold them in the air like the movie stars on TV. We let them dangle from our mouths and look at each other through slitted eyesthen laugh at how grown-up we can be how beautiful. When my sister sees us pretending to smoke, she shakes her head. That's why Daddy died, she says. After that me and Maria peel the paper off, turn our cigarettes into regular bubble gum. After that the game is over.
I selected this poem because it reminded of my grandpa and I can relate to this. A few years ago, my grandpa had passed away to due lung cancer and this was mostly caused by cigarettes because my grandpa use to smoke. Jacqueline's grandpa had smoke as well, and Odella had mentioned that was the reason why their Grandpa had passed away. So my grandpa and Jacqueline's Grandpa had passed away due to lung cancer. I can definitely feel Jaqueline's and her siblings pain from when they lost their grandpa because I felt the same way. Every single day me and my family would go visit my grandpa to see how he is doing and we would ask him things, but he would be too tried to speak. All he would do is sleep and barely eat because he was really exhausted. My grandpa would always cheer me up and always be there for me when I was younger. Til this day each time I see someone smoke it would always remind me of my grandpa, like it would remind Odella when she would see Jacqueline and Maria pretending to smoke.