Black Poetry : Through a Mother's Eyes

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  1. Heartbeat

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    He was the fourth in a line of seven

    Tall

    The legs of his orange jumpsuit
    layed just across the top of his rubber sandals
    just as his linen pants once layed across
    hand-made crocodile shoes

    How things have changed

    The chains between his ankles
    kept his stride short
    Long legs that once moved with confidence
    now take short and choppy steps

    Seven bowed heads
    moved from the courthouse to a waiting bus
    hoping not to be seen
    suprisingly anxious
    to sit next to an iron mesh window

    A better fate than to be seen
    a loser
    a convict

    Near to the bus
    a mother's eyes watched the slow procession
    I couldn't tell the difference
    between her look
    and that of a mother watching her son score a touchdown
    or recieve an award

    There was a look of love
    a look that said
    "That's still my child"

    She stood in silence
    a steady tear rolled down her face
    staring down the street
    long after the bus was gone

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