RITES, RIGHT AND WRONG

Clutching bedclothes tightly

stained with blood

her stomach cramping

her mind racing,

‘Gotta tell Mama’

‘Gotta ask mama,’

Tony’s baby sister

Ieisha  stands alone

outside Mama’s bedroom door,

tonight a woman.

 

Standing alone

over the bleeding

writhing, gasping, crying

boy on the ground

in the alley,

bills and vials strewn

smoke and gasses

burning his nostrils

bringing tears

from his eyes,

gazing upon

his smoking gat

and his first ‘body,’

tonight a man,

Ieisha’s brother Tony.

Tonight both come of age.

Rites of passage for

both are written in blood.

And both will remember

in red this black night.

Reviews

Powerful story told in verse i love it! If you ever get published Im buying the first copy my man

[PadfootBlack]

WOW. this is powerful, and wonderful. Fantastic job.

[Ed Hart]

quick told bloody tale, a girl, a boy, a brother, a gun...grow up quick, grow up quick, and that's it