repeatedly raped…

repeatedly raped

history of degradation
denial of family rights
rejection of equality
covert systems of bondage
black life in america

 

 

steady as a rock…

steady as a rock...

all those marches
for folks murdered by police
can’t sway the scales of justice
the fulcrum’s rusted
nothing can move it

 

 

combat episodes…

he’d seen
every
john wayne
movie
and
every
episode
of
cops
his
black
spit shined
boots
set off
his
neatly pressed
military
fatigues
and
sheriff’s badge
looking
totally
combat ready
carrying
the M4 carbine
slung
across
his chest
he was
well prepared
for
his starring
role
so with cameras
rolling
the team
burst
into
the family’s home
shattering
the wooden door
with
explosives
then
flash grenades
to
dramatize
their entry
finding
crying children
mother
naked
in bed
father
slammed
to
the floor
as
he tried to defend
those
he loved
then
shots fired
teenage son
in pool
of
innocent blood
dark like
his skin
radio interrupts
the production
filming
they’re
at
the wrong
address

herd immunity…

group resistant to
the rule of law and justice
because of their badge

 

complicity to a crime…

what did you expect
you said nothing but waited
as if the silence
might say what you had not said
but only silence was heard

 

santa’s true identity…

seeing
the brown bag prophet
delivering
bags of food
embossed
with
the traditional commercial image
of
santa claus
to
vets
living
in
the city’s
homeless containment camp
i decided
to poke
a little fun
at
him
i said
you know
the real santa
must
be black
in order
to be so
invisible in our society
he quickly responded
that
if santa
was
black
he’d be shot
on
the first roof
he
landed on
or
imprisoned
for
christmas cookie
and
milk theft
the prophet
then said
but
i do like your spirit
posting a rare smile
he added
although
it’s like snow in the desert
i wish for a year of peace
he did an about-face
and
returned to his task