Black Shade

Black Shade (Photo credit: modomatic)

These coal-colored specs I gaze through at all times
Places pressure on my sight to form
A diamond cut mind.
I find justice is colder than
Just.
Liberty doesn’t live with me.
I turn the corner of no closure
To post up on the block of
Cold shoulders.
To find out I have to walk
Through the fire
To make sure that it’s all over.

by Colt, a student in juvenile detention

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