Squares

We ride these lines, colored ambitious insides, Bruised ego’s eyes, with sharp images conceptualized.

Trust me no one wants to be a dweeb, a nerd, a square, But since when did we flee our needs just to feed a stare.

Mean mugs are necessities past these four walls, So emotions are boxed up unexpectedly long before fall.

Sex and skin tones are mass factors that took hold to stay, We’re like type cast actors when we check boxes for roles to play.

We ride these lines, colored ambitious insides, Bruised ego’s eyes, along sharp images conceptualized.

If you’re black and male the struggle is over square blocks, Drug vials, colored set veils, and the muscled glare of a glock.

Our women no more the role of mother to our son or daughter, A while our seeds long for the other, a father’s sun and water.

We ride these lines, colored ambitious insides, Bruised ego’s eyes, along sharp images conceptualized.

We need look past our city blocks, color outside the square, Redefine our images, our gritty thoughts, and outshine what’s there.

Reviews

[Saving Sundaes]

I love the rhythm in this, the way you brought "We ride these lines, colored ambitious insides/Bruised ego's eyes, along sharp images conceptualized" back into the poem towards the end really added a lot to the over all piece. The message itself is also very powerful, yet it flows with the overall tone. Thanks for sharing :)