:: Children in Playground :: Frida ::

Children in the Playground, New York city
Harlem, April 4th

There are two classes of children
Those that run in the grass
And those that play with cement on the ground
One learns the freedom of space
The other learns the fence that frames
And cages their little world, their little mind
Bars at the windows of pink-walled tower blocks
Hiding the sky



Frida
April 4th

Unbridled liberty
    in chaos of self
         a certain deity
 
You utter the ultimate war cry


   






~ Dedicated to a Muse~