Maine’s Suspect (Sustina)- D. Scott

Dwayne Scott                                                (Sustina)                                                          4/1/14

Maine’s Suspect

There stood the usual suspect,

a Latino man with his back

pressed against the glass window of the china shop

on the corner of Gerald & Main

being questioned by two police officers

as he eagerly waved for the bus to stop.


– It didn’t. Buses rarely stopped

for anyone. People suspected

that it was due to their skin color. Officers

had to flag down buses to get them to come back

and pick people up. Things were screwed up here in Maine.

-Another cop showed up. Three cops encompassed the china shop


inching closer to the young man. People shopping

gravitated to the city’s sidewalk to stop

and enjoy the show. Maine’s main

attraction on a Saturday afternoon: “Suspect

vs The Justified.” The Latino man looked back

through the glass and saw the reflection of an officer’s


hand just before it smashed his head through the window. The Officers

stepped back to assess their spectators, all white shoppers,

all quiet. The Latino man’s lacerated face looked back

to see a bus with its doors open, stopped,

and it’s driver signaling to come. He suspected

nothing and bolted for the bus that lit up, “Next stop: Main


Street.” Immediately, he began to regret moving to Maine.

he was constantly being treated differently than the other co-workers in the office

and had no clue as to why he raised all of this suspicion.

The Latino man stared out of the window as the bus accelerated past the shops.

The bus kept accelerating, not even stopping

for a red light. The passengers scrambled to the back


of the bus. They knew that he’d come back.

The “Transit Bus Slaughterer” had been the news’s main

story for three weeks non-stop

and the Latino man every officer

was after. The bus driver pulled into an old abandoned sweatshop

factory building and suspiciously


reached behind the back of his seat, pulling out the same gun that the officers

use, and picking off every shopper on the bus. The maniac

looked at the Latino and said, “Don’t stop anywhere. You’ll be the first one suspected.”

After The Dap (Ghazal)- Dwayne Scott

Dwayne Scott                                                                                                                           3/14/14
Professor Van Jordan: Cinematic Movement

After The Dap


Rhyming isosceles they point after the dap.
And non-camaraderies conjoin after the dap.


From Rastas to swastikas to profits and agnostics,
All watch in aww no laws master the dap.


Street fights erupt between young teens and some think
That their friendship’s the shit after the dap.


No words spoken still a heart to heart moment-
The pressure of the chests’ connection after the dap.


The tan race is a fan base for handshakes.
Paparazzi paid in full capture the dap.


Through handshakes a real man detects fake.
You can tell he hates by the way he fastens the dap.


Business deals still concealed under the table,
Makes it hard to look a man in his eyes after the dap.


Crack sky rockets to push profit to thy pocket-
Government’s fatal exchange after the dap.


The misconception: you can snap tension with your tendons,
But you never know a man exact after the dap.


A man can judge another man’s clutch and reach a verdict.
No satisfaction means he’s wack after the dap.


A dry palm and a ripe clap and a snap
Makes a white kid think he’s black after the dap.


Now you’re probably thinking that you know D. Scott,
That’s the aftermath of being black after the dap.