The bush back behind a boy
A whole world stripped away
Orphan now in light of day
Alone by the fence
Portable blocks
Tin sheds, dull and grey
-
An alarm cry
In the bush
Past the fence
All push to look
As dug from the ground, a full sized angel
White clothes
White skin
White eyes blinking
Awake!
How could that be
Buried, dug up, no dirt on he
Or she
Or they
Do angels care?
No name from the book
No recollection of where
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A change came, white no more
Wings of tawn and brown and ochre and ore
A scattering of iridescent
Purple, green, blue
Flashed and dazzled
When opened full.
A boy stood
With duck like wings
And yet the kids still gave him grief
Different, wrong
Different, bad
No matter how splendid the difference had
But the bullies never got to him
He had a friend
The boy orphaned
About the Creator
Nakiya Costin
Go step outside at night and face where the sun set. Now turn a fraction to the north and you see that big star there? That's where I'm from. I'll tell you some stories of that place sometime. But not right now. I'm busy making stuff up.
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