Mar 29

Another black kid


Another black kid's
blood paints the asphalt
this time in Sacramento.

22-year-old-Stephon Clark
armed with only his cellphone
and his skin making him
a target.

Many would call him an adult,
but in that moment
where you are laying on the pavement
bleeding, you are only a kid.

Helpless.

Another black kid's
future gets dashed at
the hands of another police
officer. 

Somewhere,
another black kid is being taught
at a young age 
how to deal with the police.

Pur your hands up in front of you
show them you don't have a weapon
only answer "yes sir" and "no sir".


Another black kid's 
face is going to paint
the news and outrage 
the public.

Another Trayvon
Another Aiyanna
Another Rekia
Another Micheal
Another Eric 
Another Tamir
Another John
Another Ezell
Mar 26

Why I marched


On Saturday March 24,
I marched in Montpelier 
with at least a thousand other people.

I marched.

I marched for 
the little boy 
deep in innercity Chicago
surrounded by guns
knowing someday
its inevitable 
that he's gonna get shot 
for the color of his skin.

I marched for 
my sister,
nine years old and 
she is the most happy
and playful 
person i know,
so she can grow without guns
in her future.

I marched for
the lost lives
little first graders
holding on so tightly 
to life with their gap-toothed smiles
and light up sneakers,
just to be shot down 
where they were 
supposed to learn.

I marched for 
the pride of 
a club named 
the orlando pulse
for the dancers who thought
gunshots were just
the beat of a song
in the one place they were 
supposed to be safe,
Mar 23

The Science of Desperation


how does a wall serve to unite
when the very imagination of it
is tearing us apart?

How does a wall keep us safe
when there are tunnels
and ladders?

You do not understand
how desperate people
will risk anything
for a chance.
of a better life in
a richer country.

Desperation will climb the boundaries
and break down the walls
in its way.

because people desperate to feed their
starving families do not
stop and turn around at the sight
of a wall.

A teenager who doesn’t want to live life
in fear of being gunned down
by gangs that roam the streets
will not stop in sight of a wall.

A mother trying to get her children
a better life will not stop at
the sight of a wall.

When will you know this?
This is the science of desperation,
the desperation that forces people
in the backs of eighteen wheelers
Mar 22

heartbeats

She is cradled, 
safe in her mothers arms, 
a barrier against
anything that would harm her.

He was there, mommy.
I saw him.
Why did they let him in?


He mother cries 
and won't answer her.
Won't look at her.

She looks around.
There is a faint beep echoing.
She is an ambulance,
hooked up to machines.
She looks down.
And she sees the blood 
on her shirt. 
Its her blood.

Mommy?
What happened?


And the beeping slowly flatlines.

He is cradled 
by the lullabies 
that his father used to sing to him
every night.

What happened?
My friend is on the ground.
Be quiet be quiet don't scream.

He hears the sobs.
He doesn't look up.
Lays face down on the 
white paved floor 
praying that the up 
and down of his chest isn't enough
Mar 17

Dear Stephen Hawking

Dear Mr. Hawking,
I'm sorry I didn't do this on Wednesday.
You died on Wednesday.
Albert Einsteins birthday,
to be precise.

When the news told us
that you were dead I 
stared at the screen in shock.

How can you not be 
on the earth anymore when 
in the span of my short life,
you always have been.

You were a famous scientist,
teaching us that the laws of physics
were beyond what we really imagined,
that black holes really weren't that 
"black" 

You thought that there 
were multiple worlds beyond
what we could see.

You were a hero,
because even though you were diagnosed
with ALS and confined to 
a wheelchair,
you did not let these things stop you.

You were a miracle,
because you survived ALS
decades longer than the doctors
told you that you would.

You were a miracle,
Mar 13

land of broken steel

All that was left in the 
aftermath of his arrival was
ash and dust,
ash and dust.

Everything before he came,
before his footsteps touched our ground was
gold and silver,
gold and silver.

All that was
when he was here was
fire and steel,
fire and steel.

All that could have been 
if he had not found us is
trampled and crushed,
trampled and crushed.

My future, my past,
my present, before him are merely
ash and dust,
ash and dust.
Mar 11

Into the distant blue.

Do you remember when 
we used to play together 
all the time?


Today I just watch you 
look away from me because
I don't think you like me
anymore.

Do you remember when
we used to be each others 
best friends?


Today I just watch you
hang out with another crowd,
the ones who are more popular
than I'll ever be,
the ones who care about their looks
and their clothes and their makeup 
and the boys.

Do you remember when
we used to tell each other
our secrets?


Now I don't tell you anything
because the conversation doesn't
come as easily anymore
I don't trust as easily anymore
because you have betrayed 
too many times.

Do you remember when we used
to trade glances and plan the future
where we would still be friends?


Now we still want the same things
Mar 09

A million possibilities

Safe.

Do I feel safe?

"Why do they have us hide in the corner?"
says one of my friends.
"It's school, it's not like the shooter
is stupid enough to think we won't be there!
They'll hear the drill, won't they?
they'll know we're hiding."

Hiding in a corner
squeezing our eyes shut
hoping that the breath 
won't be the last we breathe
that day.

Hiding in a corner hoping that
this is just another drill,
that we won't be another Parkland
that our world won't collapse
around us.

Hiding in a corner
pieces of nightmares we have all had
flashing through our heads
and thinking about friends
that could be lost.

Hiding in a corner
we were giggling a little bit once
but that was before we heard
of the people that barged in and
had a gun in their hand,
before we heard of the seventeen dead.

Hiding in a corner,
Mar 08

Forever Watching

Watching the flower wilt
because the dark thorns 
choked it out and 
killed the rose petals
that only grow in the light.

Watching your eyes 
look away, away from me and
maybe from what we could be
and you can't see,
but everyday my eyes 
are shattering.

Watching the world spin
around, around and away from me
because it can't stop when I stop
so I feel the pull of gravity
pull me towards and endless sea.

Watching the sea swallow
up, up and drowning me
and I feel the water rush over my eyes
the sting of saltwater and suddenly
I cannot see.

Watching the ground break
apart, apart and underneath me
and I feel the dirt clogging my lungs
even though I am not six feet under
because of the nightmares
haunting me.

Watching my tears well up
and fall down, down and into 
the darkening stars that are fading
Mar 06

I don't care

I don't care!
she laughs, when people 
criticize her appearance
and she turns away.

I don't care!
she says when the grade turns up
less than expected 
and everyone stares.

I don't care!
she says when people ignore me
and write over what 
she has to say.

I do care.
she whispers as she looks
at herself in the mirror
wondering why they 
don't like her.

I do care.
she whispers to herself when
the grades turn up less 
than expected and she spends
long nights studying,
exhausted.

I do care.
she whispers to herself
when other write over 
what she has to say,
so long struggling over a voice
to have it trampled.

I don't care
I do care.

I don't
I do.

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