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The Forgotten - Part 3

I got to play a concert today

In Waukegan Art Park

With my bro

In a brand new place


Thinking that a 25 minute set wasn't much

We still believed it was enough


To help a friend in need

Someone trying to make it like you and me


There was another though

Not on center stage


But just off to the side

Without much to say


A little boy

With black skin


A person

With just a little more pigment


So I set my kid in her car seat

And patted her curly head of hair

like 1, 2, 3


When I turned to my left

All I could see


Was this little kid

Wandering around

Not hiding

But also not being seen


He looked so sad

So lonely

Looking for a little relief.


So I walked up to him

To give him some belief.


I asked him, "Hey buddy are you ok?"

When I could have just smiled and walked away.


I stuck my hand out

For a good ole fashion shake


Because I wasn't going to leave

This little kid in my wake


He took my hand with no smile.


Only a frown.


While he looked to the floor

Straight at the ground


I said again,


"Are you ok?"


He looked up

And I could see it in his face


He responded, "I just want to see the kids." But what I think he really meant to say


Is. "I just want to play."





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