It’s
My memory of a black station
A reserve
And
It won’t go away

The memory that is

It’s been years

And still

I
Recall the broken glass
The heat
The kids with one eye closed from puss
The snotty cheeks of a kid without even a handkerchief
The misery of youth
The teenage boredom

A burnt classroom

The mistrust of my white skin

Most of all I recall the skinny dogs

The shyness
The sadness
The trepidation
The fear

The disgrace

No education black or white
For my black brothers and sisters
Only an alcohol fuelled binge
Fully
Government funded