Rather than getting to the root of it, they caged him.
Rather than evaluate for mental disorders
and disabilities, they suspended his dreams in
school, in space, in time. Psychiatric care for you, boy.
Two weeks suspended in a unit, white walls confine.
Burn to the face. Shot to the face. Burn unit he stayed.
BBs steel in his skin. Scars to his skin, heart unseen.
“He doesn’t pay attention, he’s a troubled boy, see.”
Third grade for you again, boy. Sit still or beware of
Suspension. The Board may not let you back in and the
Police will find you. Handcuffs on little wrists, tight and
In the police car you go, brother and you gone. Why?
You’re ten years old. Life has caged you long enough. Be free.