Monday, March 8, 2010

Sonnet 13: I was on the look out

By Tatiana Suarez-Pico

I was on the look out
when dignity dropped to the ground
men in black were about
hancuffed him hard and down

I felt the thud, it swooshed against my ribs
like water spilling from the sea
some of it leaked out, small bids
that begged for him to be free

They ripped his body off the street
Shoved him into their marble castle
There, behind the make up counter, he will meet
his mother's glare, it's her son they hassle

I was just one of the many that stared
but when dignity dropped to the ground, that's a moment we all shared

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