Archive for March, 2005
Hands up high/ manos arriba
He
placed his hands up high
and, like a little girl, she couldn’t reach
he said they were there to protect her
she believed
and then one day
the sun no longer shined through them
He
didn’t mean to cut her off
didn’t mean to holler back
and yet she couldn’t speak
and when she did she had to scream
to be heard
only then it was too late
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