A thorne without a stem
A rose without petals
Mass replacing muscle in the calves of dishonor
Drugs injected into adolescent dreams
Patience given to color-blind bulls
But everyone’s still waving red flags
Not knowing it means surrender
Black backs & blue eyes unmatched
By steps of the paralyzed
Like the memorized address of a house
That’s not a home.
© 2010 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.