the cost

still unfinished/unpolished: 

the cost of dead black boys is going down.
They used to cost
jailtime- the years taken –
an indictment – a badge is not the excuse –
and now it seems
the cost of a dead black body has sunk
to the cost of bullets that peppers the torso.

dead black boys are cheaper
than paying rent or filling up a gas tank
next time you need an oil change,
use instead black blood.

There is no humor in this,
it is survivor’s anger.

each city has their own roster
of hashtags, an unfinished list
ground onto tombstones and chalked into sidewalks.
how many names can we remember
before they are tally marks
I in falcon heights minnesota IIIII IIII in charleston, south carolina

these cities are your city.
you can taste their bodies in the ground water.

 

 

 

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Reisterstown: September 25, 2015

For my creative writing class this week, we were tasked with writing a poem that was somehow in dialogue with the Black Lives Matter movement, specifically related to one of the shootings of an unarmed person of color. This is the poem that I wrote in response to that prompt.

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