Concrete Lily

Written by: Jay Anderson-Taylor

I ‘m stuck here were sometimes the sun never shines and my only relief is a drop of 
rain from time to time, I fear someone may step on me and crush me into the 
ground…my pedals tremble as people pass me by. I return every year around the 
same time every year, only to witness man’s inhumanity to his fellow man. Yet I hear 
them proclaim he is my brother and then the next day spread his brains across the 
concrete and stones with a single shot from a single handgun. As mother leaned over 
his lifeless body with tears of dreams that now are deferred falling down her face, 
her once lovely smile replace the face of a man whom had been lost for nearly fifteen 
if not longer. It was her last time to say good bye to her only son. But for some 
reason she just started looking at me…her eyes all glazed and empty. As the police 
pulled her off her son put him in the ambulance… as she scream at the fireman and 
the cops who held her back from being able to get one last farewell or a single last 
embrace. I didn’t cry, but a single drop of water did fall off my pedal as they covered 
his face. This place that I’m in, I once heard someone say, “This is ghetto you better 
get use to this place.” how can people live in this place? I then fell a tug at the base 
of my stem…as his mother pluck me and later place me on his grave. As she laid me 
there on his casket and said, “A lily for my baby, a sign of continued life in uncertain 
place.”