Nuances

Entice them like anancy to your school doors Rob them of sap and culture Throw them out like fungal spores For what other syllabus, except the rupture Of faith shall they learn What shall they do when the dog catchers they discern Perhaps in violent sun they die Black on Black of self fulfilling prophecy Drive by The prisons where the indiscrete legacies Are not choked back Like tears in Michele Obama's eyes There must be a better day A must climb Up or down some ray Of hope And escape the swinging rope Daring him to try.