When Childhood Lasts (Forever)

“Come on Dawn
Raise your little, dirty, black self
All now the yard aint swept
And you know your retarded ass move slow as all hell”

Dawn
She spills blood
Spreading slowly across the horizon
Watching her rise is
Like watching a sore grow

Dawn
She turns her face away from the sun
Submits to self-inflicted purging
Wire-brush cleansing
Baptism by fire
Teasing blood from blackened flesh
‘til ash coats lava burnt cracks

Dawn
She waits
Though her time is long passed
A lingering rash on the back of a stone
Unshielded by seductive armor
Vulnerable to hopscotch hate
As invisible as she is abhorred
Marked in blackness for her sin of birth
Left with nothing but
Just.
Enough.
Hope.
To juxtapose every disappointment

“Sticks and stick figures
Stones and bones
Black-African-Nigger
Go the fuck home”

Dawn
She does not rise.
Hangs instead
Slowly spinning
From
Leathery tongues
Stretched like rope

-J Wyze from Crown A Thornz