Daily Dose of Blackness
A poem for Black History Month (say their names)
People on the street or at my daughter’s school
Each one like a scraped elbow or knee
A gash opening to blood and pale meat
Eric’s police choke hold
No knock knock jokes
Just warrants
No guarantee
No warranting the protection
No drugs under the rug
Just some cigarette smoke wafting nearby
Projecting the truths
Marching toward unlucky thirteen
A midnight the time that’s day and right
And darkness and wrong
Breonna out of breath like George
No air pumped for her this human sister
Calling 9-1-1 as she coughed and choked
On blood and Taylor’s bullets.
