Are you too the arbiteur of
Fine lines that regal annals of
Truth and justice or
Are these penalties that constitute youth
To serve as reminders of just the American Way?
And the mistakes that one made yesterday
Or is this the persecution like Mumia truly?
How could I allow one who is so beautiful
To continue to do this to to me?
That which undergirds this last lesson
If I do ten more days in this pergatory
I shall never call this desolate space a blessing
When all I have to hold on to are memories
I engage like fervent California fire storms
Yet flow like Ahmed's oil passionate artistry
Of your beauty, your smile, your grace
If there is any mercy in your construct of justice
Take me back I pray
Take me back Dear Lord
To the visage of her at
Unh . . . unh . . . unh