by Walter Rooks

Itís in the books still;
No niggers on the streets
After dark.
So I asked Mama
If I could play
For just a little longer,
Beneath the street light and fire flies-
Until I lost count of the stars,
Until the moon stopped laughing 
and the crickets got quiet,
Or I got hungry.

Curfew by Walter Rooks

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