in the distance you stand
at the end of a thought
a fragmented sentence,
juxtaposed with metaphors
and similes as if you were
independent of actions
and circumstances...
around my neck you hang
a bracelet of sorts to
remind me of pledges
and promises made at
the end of the day when
not one listens and no
one cares who the players
really are except for the
validated parking...
miles of red tape follows
you around like a drought
looking for rain, and in
the end, we the song is
sung and the dance ended
we are branded by the
braids we were in our hair
and the colored combs we
carry in our back pockets.
a fragmented sentence,
juxtaposed with metaphors
and similes as if you were
independent of actions
and circumstances...
around my neck you hang
a bracelet of sorts to
remind me of pledges
and promises made at
the end of the day when
not one listens and no
one cares who the players
really are except for the
validated parking...
miles of red tape follows
you around like a drought
looking for rain, and in
the end, we the song is
sung and the dance ended
we are branded by the
braids we were in our hair
and the colored combs we
carry in our back pockets.
October 9, 2024
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