Lunch Detention ~Time Served
Detention camp
standing on their entry ramp
where the sun is refused its shine
domino figures all waiting in
a loosely composed forward facing line
shortly you become
encased in stacked, colored, bricks
strategically entwined
with electric fake light
with others who are white
one told him I can fight~I can fight you on sight
they come from nearby surrounding towns
outdated, phased out, fertile farms
mansion prized homes in the woods
(all aspiring for the great american goods)
our children gathered here in arms
that scold you for being bold
not accepting of their rules
not adapting to their school's
prison like set ups
military teachers in false get ups
so you'd better not question
your detention boy
lest another now be given~gives the detainer
their daily dose of encrusted, dripping, joy
detention, you're detained
they are telling you are not the same
while the cafeteria awaits
a time looked forward of social grace, of smiles exchanged
of laughter lost, and gained
but detention segregates
and teaches lookers on to hate~detainees
because you see~it has been a set up from grade three
your name doesn't matter anymore
you've entered their trap, and there isn't a door
out ~of the clatter~of their collective voices
giving you none of the same choices
of your white counterpart, of their disengaging heart
only one door now awaits
unless we pray you can escape~the other side
a pipe lined, rusted, arch that bangs shut with unbearable screeches
unheard pitches, of dark bleakness
leading you~directing you, teaching others that this is for you
to another brick encased space that will further suck your mind
as you serve out their unjust incessant time.
@Mary Lou Conca ~Written 12/12/12