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“You’ll have to disassemble that stroller
while you’re on the bus”

“Ah. Come on”

“. . . or get out, here”


A few minutes later
Half a mile from the stop
She unfolds the stroller
Driver stops the bus
Reiterates to “Disassemble the stroller
or get out
or I’ll call the cops”

“Call ’em!”

It’s 11:30 late night
Cops come
Bus leaves
Mother and 2 offspring
one a baby
one a young woman
All three red
Not necessary
Allowed to leave
‘on second thought’
Arrest is eminent
All three flee
Daughter with sister in arms
Mother captured and detained
5 days without charge
Swollen babyless breasts
Hog-tied, pepper sprayed in jail
Her baby’s grandfather walks the streets
with a cane
Permanently pained
by the same police brutality

By Artis


Written by lickmypoetry

April 14, 2010 at 8:12 am

Posted in poem, Random

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  1. truer words never been spoken sunshine-well said

    julie mccurdy

    May 31, 2010 at 12:58 pm

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