Ohhhh… how I remember back in the days
when my parents drove--slowly--the breeze blowing
my puffy bangs side swept after a long day of play with friends
curled up on the backseat with a Care Bear doll or a Shera action figure on my lap; fast-
asleep.
Nary a worry in the world except
what’s for dinner and what’s on tv at 4:00? No sharpness.
Not Breyonna’s life left in puddles or watching as George besought him for air; just one
more breath that could have given back life and time and possibility. Or Ahmaud’s
memory being defiled with lies and trickery that will take a mastermind to untangle.
Ohhhh… how I remember back in the days
I remember them with fondness and sorrow
sorrow because the young people of today will never know the simplicity of a long slow
drive curled up on the backseat with a Care Bear doll or a Shera action figure on their
laps while they lay fast-asleep.
One with nary a worry in the world except what’s for dinner and what’s on tv at 4:00. No
sharpness.
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