I remember azzure blue simplicities before impressions and tones and presences were overlaid by memories. Memories of innocence, of loved ones of high school graduations that will never take place. Scattered remnants of those tentative first life impressions that no longer exist. The morning paper reports realities of murdered children who wore hoodies and craved skittles and iced tea. Whose only crime was being at the wrong place at the wrong time, in a state where a stand your ground defense exonerates you no need for trial or jury Where a mother and father will never find peace where a family’s heart now lays deceased where a country is left confused, outraged, and angered at a system that has failed to provide justice. In a country that doesn’t understand that united we stand, divided we fall. Because we are the 99% , but how can we be a force when we’re still knocking each other down still falling into and acting like the stereotypes they portray us to be. Drunk with ignorance, we are raising a nation of followers a nation of youth who are more concerned with social networks than social studies I remember azzure blue simplicities before impressions and tones and presences were overlaid by memories. Scattered remnants of those tentative first life impressions that no longer exist.