Letter to Black KingHello ‘Best Friend’,Letter to Black King1 week ago in Letters More Like This
I remember the days when we were best friends, I was young innocent, always chasing after you like her, your other best friend, I was always there for you at every seconds, listening to your problem, I remember when we was on cheerleading team, I got frilly skirt, like you did. In eighth grade, we would hangout frequently, I was there when you are going through hard time, I thought you were there for me. I remember we spilt money to buy friendship charm, you never wore it, I always wore it frequently. These little sign that I ignored, Oh I was so native, innocent, I thought I grew up, guess not.
In my worst moment, you wasn’t there, you kicked me when I was down, backstabbed me with rumors and nasty words, when I just came back from hospital from my latest attempted, you pretend to listen to my despair, nodding when you have to. When I have severe relapse, you never was there for me, you just called in adults to help me, I begged for your frien
The Homeowner's AssociationThe Homeowner's Association.The Homeowner's Association3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Homeowner's Association knows the length of our trash bins exactly.
They do not exceed such-and-such feet and inches,
they must be this far yet this close to the curb.
They know how short our grass must be,
and what constitutes “obstruction.”
They know what color our houses are,
what materials we used for facades.
When our firefighter neighbor
hoisted his flag after 9/11,
they knew immediately that it was an eyesore.
The flag exceeded the proper dimensions,
and a neighbor could see it from their yard.
A flag is a personal choice.
It must not be seen.
Once every season, we have Homeowner's Meetings,
where we can report on our house
and each other.
We have a neighborhood potluck and newsletter,
a neighborhood watch and a curfew.
At 4 A.M, a clipboard with a man attached
rolls from house to house in his van.
Morning finds us with notes about dandelions.
It keeps us on our toes.
They painted glowing numbers on our curbs
to better designate our h