Hibiscus.

Because he had curly hair, that was too lazy to stand up

He never wore shoes, had grass blades and dirt for socks

And always had his hands up-

Spoke with accent so thick, English became scared

Thought the world spun only on Tuesdays

And never got classified as weird.

Before father was just man, in between crossed legs he’d fit

When smoking was bad, and music made sense

Just after movies cost so little, no cable, no flick-

Television had two channels, so cartoons were a delicacy

Poverty was normalization, uptown was another nation

Quite a sight for blues eyes to sea’.

You’re so troubled, and wasting time has become your hobby

Yet it isn’t your fault, tea? No? Alright.

At least you used to drink this, when you were darker.

I guess it’s only emotional now, you’ll wake up when you’re alive.

-Richí