For him

What were you wearing
when this happened to you? 
Where were you going? 
You know it ain’t safe
to walk around here 
at night. 
Did you provoke him? 
Give him reason to believe
that you wanted what you got. 
Did you speak
when you should have
remained silent? 
Give him too much lip? 
Were you walking too fast? 
Not fast enough? 
If you had only slowed down
to allow him to catch up, 
the conversation 
could have been had. 
But now, 
the situation is out of control. 
What were you wearing? 
And did you put it on
knowing that people
who dress like that
get treated like this? 
And yet, 
you still put it on. 
So you accepted the risk
of what was to come. 
You can’t hold him
responsible for what he’s done. 
We do not put heroes in jail. 
If they didn’t want to get shot, 
they shouldn’t have been born
Black and male. 
You can’t wear a dark hoodie
on a dark night
and have dark skin. 
Let’s lay fault 
at the victim’s feet
as we lay him to rest. 
Being born. 
Listed as the cause of death. 

© 12 June 2017

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#GloPoWriMo 5/30: Stick

He used to speak softly, 

and carry a big stick. 

Then he stopped speaking. 

Still carried the big stick. 

Then, 

he became the big stick. 

Taught to believe

that a man ain’t a man

if that man don’t show force. 

He wants to be the force. 

Rule harshly

against the defenseless. 

Use the stick

to numb their senses

if they ever question. 

He is the law, 

and the embodiment thereof. 

He doesn’t 

have to claim that he’s God

when everything that he does

proclaims that he is. 

In persona christi. 

God in the flesh. 

Some wonder

if he lost the ability

to speak. 

Didn’t want things

lost in translation. 

Conversations take patience,

and ain’t nobody got time for that.

His stick moves swiftly. 

Talking

is for the weak.

He’s training gods to be

to choose force

over speech. 

Because even if

they don’t respect his words, 

they will respect his stick.

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