The Scout’s Burden (Wilderness of the Clover’s Shadow)

raised in the clover’s shadow, kids dawned pins like fashion pieces, accessorizing their hats, bags, etc. with the ghosts of stolen children, collecting & organizing them into rows on their clothes like merit badges, while i, having not even earned the title of scout, brimmed with foolish envy. ‘til one day, later in my twenties, the wilderness of my brick & concrete world bore down on a parked car on harlem street with a fury that would hand me my first honor. i wept in the family room of morning star that dawn, when they placed my cousin’s smile in my hand, encased in this plastic button, for her, her mother, my family & i wept for all those children i grew up with believing they wore something to envy.

Advertisements

Categories: Poetry, UncategorizedTags: , , , , , , ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s