His thoughts may be halting to our ear,
but we might forget to listen to his heart.
Dear god, my folks tell me
I am made in your image, is that true?
Do you have a limp,
and a tick in your right cheek
that embarrasses you,
or a bully you’re trying to avoid?
Do you have trouble
with numbers and triangles?
Are you curious about drugs
until you see someone wasted?
Is skin color a problem for you?
Are you a bit short for your age?
Do you find sports a bit too hard?
Do you have bad guys down the block?
Is there one you’re so in love with,
that you could lie down and die for,
that doesn’t even know you exist?
Are you in our neighborhood ever?
I bet I could recognize you
walking down Windermere Street,
you’d be the one that is limping,
hoping for something better than this,
just like me.
– Royal L Craig
