Concourse Drive

It's slanted,
this dark room and yellow lights through the blinds.
Do you know when these walls were built ma'am? In crooked times.
There are lines across their faces.
My hair is bland, on purpose,
braided back.
Southern accents come from out the TV,
written in Hollywood.
We scoff and cry.
We suck on Lifesaver's Shakur hands out before the movie starts.
There are layers on layers of lines from the blinds
drawn across our faces.