Labor's Nonsense Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

Capture me and forget me behind the lines
the binds of inequality of colored times
its unlike the day and lady of turpentine
its political and hateful to the virgin eyes
unclothing and uncouth as lies are said with a smile
a dial tone behind the other end of the phone
can you color me home and then tell me
more and more and share prejudice with me like poem
leave me to my dreams and give to the wolves
of fantasy and tribunal reality
Can't you see the inability to comfort me
I am gone and tossed to the wind of ineffective sound
and bound to my limited mind of unaffectionate touches
of morning after beatings and lectures of a child not looked after
free me from my heart of ponderous care frees
let it be without me a life well lived and drawn in
with a grandmothers needle and thread and left for dead
in the closet of most unkind memories spoke of in the dim of night
tempt me to fly away with legends and failures
so I may know my limits and become a dream martyr
a spoken word whispered to a congressman found guilty
of open-minded views and a background of smoking Langston Hughes
with a scripture or two maybe three if you let me be
forgotten and written about through my third child
Capture me I said on his bed as he drew me and sister held me
my children hang me on the walls of your mind and tell my story
without mentioning me, remember me...
_Guilty and perfect in my mothers imperfection left as a mole
on my temple and a beauty mark on my nose
I love you so my thoughts my words my sounds my birds
fly from here and enter my mind of lavender fences
forgive my offences and believe me pure like your mothers caress
and do still, please try to, if maybe, if possibly
Capture me....