and ours isn't exactly a welcome
but we followed a path
we thought it was secret
tangled branches
crooked cracks
weeds overgrown in that
back alley
the only similarity
was the wall
it followed us on the
secret.
and really the secret was obvious
it was sad, only for us,
because the weather
gathered outside
on porches and curbs
and lawns and under
shaded trees and
running, laughing, tricking
older brothers who
can't stay too cool.
but not for white girls.
we ran in
secret.
and we ran out
in secret.
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