Inhumanity

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Zanzibar
Zanzibar
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Blue
It was his favorite color
Open skies
Oceans
His mother’s eyes
Faded jeans
Sapphire ring
He wore it always, in one form or another

Road Trip
It was his dream to see new places
Cross country
Explore
His earliest desire
West coast
California girls
Dip his foot in the pacific

Wrong Turn
It was his mistake to misread the directions
Downtown exit
Misdirection
His mid-west naivety
South central
Blood territory
Stopping at a corner store for directions

Blue
He wore it always, in one form or another
Wrong place
Confrontation
His final moments
Gang violence
Knives slashing
His life’s essence spreading in a pool around him

Red

Zanzibar
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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 19 years ago
Inhumanity

The poem has an excellent feel, a meaning. Somehow it falls a bit short in passion, it seems to me. However, I'm not certain how that passion might have been added, so view this simply as one person's view.

AnonymousAnonymousover 19 years ago
Good use ......

....of words. The thread of colour that has as many meanings as the reader chooses to see is wonderful. Thank you Zan.

I do not use the thermometer.

CharleyHCharleyHover 19 years ago
Colour

was a powerful tool that I felt could have been more emphatically used. While well written and tragic, you did not draw me to feel that the situation was an example of inhumanity, but rather you painted a picture observed visually, but not quite emotionally enough. Nonetheless, a good entry.

ferociouskittycatferociouskittycatover 19 years ago
Strong.

Well structured and you did a fantastic job!!

Good job. ;-)

BooMerengueBooMerengueover 19 years ago
!

Again- I am amazed at the diversity of responses! Thanks, Zan, so much for this small vignette!

ZanzibarZanzibarover 19 years agoAuthor
Thanks for the comments

I think the bigger inhumanities are partially created by our acceptance of the ones on a personal level that we accept and allow every day.

I picked something close to home for me, as I was there when the LA riots broke out after the Rodney King verdicts, with National Guard on the streets and buildings burned or looted on my block.

champagne1982champagne1982over 19 years ago
gangs, colors ...

and the mob mentality. Those dealt harsh doses of pain and indignity are twice as likely to treat others the same way. Thanks for showing us another nasty crevice in the smooth facade of our utopian society.

BlueskyBeautyBlueskyBeautyover 19 years ago
clever way..

of shedding light on this issue.

from the beginning of time it seems color is always an issue with hatred.

this is a story that happens far to often i think.

wow, the inhumanity challenge brought about some beautiful poetry.

ty for this!

tarablackwood22tarablackwood22over 19 years ago
Interesting

and well-thought out take on the topic. I am impressed that one would choose such a slice-of-life and human incident rather than a full-blown and well-known one. The real inhumanity lies in each and every one of these tiny moments as well, and they are much better fodder for quality poetry.

tungtied2utungtied2uover 19 years ago
A strong poem

but while a tragic confluence of circumstance led to this event, I find the inhumanity in the poverty and death of hope which promulgates gangs to form in the first place. Thanks for your poem

*thrm off

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