seems as though
life is hard enough
for some
without others
inflicting injustice
but then again,
maybe not
it is noon
on Saturday
my street is clean
and quiet
and all the
children are inside
watched over by
terrified mothers
behind locked doors
last weekend they
rode their bikes
and danced in the
sprinklers
free and screaming
loud
yesterday one
rode her bike home
from school
to a home wrapped
in crime scene tape
crawling with cops
and news crews
a new word circulating
on the mouths of the
neighborhood kids
rape
ever explained that
to a nine year old kid?
or the toddler
it happened to
when her grandmother
opened the door
to a utility uniform
and badge
and they warn us
he's armed and dangerous
and not to open the doors
to strangers
well, no shit...
but i know, i would have
opened that door too.
i mean you just don't fuck
with the light man.
not when it's hittin' a
hundred outside...and who knows
if you paid the bill
and it was two doors down
but the effect has been felt
all over
doors locked tight
and nosy onlookers cruising
slow after each newscast
no mowers humming along
or kids knocking on the door
or moms tooling out in the garden
not even a soul out tinkering
under the hood
height of suburbia
blown to pieces
and a grandmother just
raising her grandchildren
violated in her own home
along with her grandchild
something so seriously fucked
up with that
and i know this
isn't necessarily poetic
but in a way cathartic
to just see these words
on this screen
so ugly and real
and scary
and here.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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