There are chalk marks everywhere, you just can't see them...anymore!
Black Girl..
I want to tell you…
About the Chalk Mark…
Faded away on a well-traveled street…
Buried deep within the weather beaten concrete…
Not seen by today’s Black Girl…
Running/walking to and fro on a day-to-day-basis…
The outlined shape of a Black Girls’ Chalk Mark…
Recognizing the very last moments of a Black Girls’ life…
Compassionately outlined by a stranger in Blue…
HER Chalk Mark…
Marking the Very Spot where that Black Girl laid…
I know that spot…
Never forgot that spot…
Thou, years pass with days to come…
The Outline…
Of a Black Girl Chalk Mark…
Thou not seen…
Still…
Remains.
I love it. Without wasting a word, you have painted a picture
that is bound to stay in readers' minds. Certainly it will
in mine. Clever, provocative, and it rings true. Quite a feat! 'Pea' <3
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
Warm regards
Masood
that is bound to stay in readers' minds. Certainly it will
in mine. Clever, provocative, and it rings true. Quite a feat! 'Pea' <3