Where does it go
Is it swallowed into concrete?
Or covered in snow
Changed like butterflies
Yellow tape no glow
Where does it go
Who stole you away
Trauma from AK flurries
Trust you no more
Where’s your smile
Smile at who
Don’t get familiar
act like you know
Emmitt was enough
Seems like you need more
And more
Smiles to trap
Plunder and flip
Rip, tear, neglect
Wheres' your smile
Mine seen concrete
Singing the blues
Smile for Trayvon
Smile and you lose
Smile for Eric
Do as you're told
Hood-like sundown towns
Serengeti hunts
Loud music attracts the beast
trying to get home
such release
Door shuts
hell you been
too much stress inside
outdoors again
About the Creator
Greg B.
Black Man. Writer.
Now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.”
“I sit with Shakespeare and he winced not.”
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