Gang Related
From the eyes of a child
Like the rise of the Nile
Are brown rivers of soul and bold green chemistry.
Disobedient despite being scold
Never believing they'll get old
Creating cliques of tribal frenemy
New shoes Nikes or Tims painted white
worthy of slim boy girl fight
Running on black street growing ice cold
Fearless as the bullets fall
Silver gun tossed or lost
Like grey asphalt rose
From the eyes of a child
Once celebrated but not now
For cops and robbers no longer a game
Puberty is a dark cloud
Hanging stranger fruit found
Adults who train them never to blame.
6/19/2022
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2022
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