Yellow Tape
Change is in
the eye of the
beholder
But when blood
scars the skin
what is one to
believe?
As blood flows
from white iron gates
another young man
with potential extending
over palm trees
is dead
Roads without lines
are like fences with a lock
the barriers are hard to overcome
but when ink hits paper
achievement is optimistic
Eventually the face
in a black bag
will no longer represent
fear
When brothers band
to loosen bandanas of despair
to see each other as equal
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