Are u still alive?
Look.
Slowly unravel
The hate
revealed.
Brown bodies.
Lifeless.
Life
Is less
Than pride.
Control over
Sources of destruction
But we get by
Talking 2 children
About what happened to
Their mothers.
And fathers.
Don’t they know I’m broke.
Don’t they know I’m black.
Don’t they know I’m inner-city.
I am the inner of the city.
We build.
We work.
We die.
They move.
Leave us to inherit their hate.
Then they watch as it manifests
In white crystalline substances
Inhaled by heads nailed to crucifixes.
Us watching.
Them dying.
Who’s crying for life?
I am crying 4 u,
And living 4 them.
I am kissing
Images of you.
Waiting 4 me to share myself with
u.
want to share you
with u.
can I? I mean, can we?
Fear is not an option…
It’s a given.
But if we walk with it
And talk to it
And don’t simply die with it
It will not control us.
It will be part of us.
Part of new.
Part of u.
Part of me.
