Friday, June 21, 2013

Summer Sonnet 33: A Stolen Dream

He was enraged about the abortion
his lack of power with 'his' woman,
impotent income too small a portion
to rescue would-be baby and girlfriend.

I silently spied and commiserated
with the young boy's loss and life's accursed lot.
His fatherhood hopes disintegrated
over a phone call. It was all for nought.

Then -and at a loss- he got quiet and still
my seat quivered from his knees shaking,
I thought, "This is how you break a boy's will:
good in bed and easy for the taking."

On this ride, all is not what it seems
as a Black boy weeps for his stolen dream.

- By Aurin Squire

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