Without Explanation
He grew up on the
Side of town where
Crumbling dwellings
Were interspersed with
Warehouses and junkyards.
Walking in neighborhoods
Where orderly houses and
Manicured lawns gleamed,
He felt watched;
An object of suspicion.
Someone once alerted the
Police chief to his presence,
That he was surely up to no good.
He spent two days in jail,
Released without explanation.
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