Geri

        Louie saw the boy walk up the bayside towards him. Not this little shit again he thought. All Louie wanted was some peace and quiet by the bay, but this kid had to swoop in and disrupt him every damn day.

Dark skin. 

Dreadlocks. 

So. Much. Blood.  


Inspired by the book Punching the Air by Ibi Zoboi and Yusef Salaam 


 

The bright lights hurt my 
eyes, I feel colder without 
your warm, sweet smile. 
 

Plane window I look 
through, the city holds moments
I take the mem'ries. 
 

Are you a wealthy white man looking to spread your already infinite horizons? 

Well look no further! 

Join America today, where things are always changing but you'll always be on top. 

They glare, 
they stare, 
I sigh.