Don’t ask me about the photo of equality disguised as justice,
of racism under a smiling mask of tolerance, where the bottom bricks
fracture and crumble under the weight of new construction above
but the rooms keep filling up faster than the repairmen can work.
Such rules were not designed to appease the neighbors but crafted
to satisfy the disdain of the builder, but don’t ask me his name;
I never could understand how a single flower could overcome concrete
to burst through in a splash of color so vibrant the city melted
into echoless puddles around it, begging to be forgiven.