After Tupac & D Foster (Newbery Honor Book)

by Jacqueline Woodson

It was hard to read anything about Tupac dying and not think about D. Seems D was right—you listen to Tupac’s songs and you know he’s singing about people like D, about all the kids whose mamas went away, about all the injustice. Brenda throwing away her baby, the cops beating some brother down, the hungry kids, sad kids, kids who got big dreams nobody’s listening to. Like over all that time and distance he looked right across the bridge into Queens, New York—right into Desiree’s eyes. Strange how he saw her. He saw her.