april poem a thon 19

April 20, 2013 § Leave a comment

the back door

I remember the floor painted red
at the bottom of the gray stairs, and a kid
yelling at my mother because she told him to use the back door
he thought  it was because he was black, but

once a music lesson started ➤➤☛☛☛❅

even our father
went around back

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