A poem.
For Brother Love
I watch you sleeping
As UNC KD broadcasts super readers
The thunder outside warns me
Begs me
Warns me
Don't be calm
The lights flash lighting
Like the flash of the gun
That left him on the ground
You groan
You not grown
You sweet little man
My baby brother love
Skin shining from the cocoa butter after your bath
The boy died.
Dead as
you alive
Still
You sleep
He
gone to his eternal rest
The flash as bad as a lightening strike
He was struck
But not once
again and again and again and again
Again you say to me as we get to the end of the
Book you love
That says I love you...
I wash your little black feet
And super reader says
"when something seems bad
Turn it around and find some good"
Brains
Something seems bad
Feet
Turn it around
On the streets and running
You chase the cat and squeal
And find something good
And say
I love you Mi woksee baby
And I say
I love you too brother love
And your precious little black hands
Hold up your sponge bob bookbag
Mi woksee baby
I don to stool ma wah
That
Sweet Baby speech
victim
of those missing front teeth
That smile
Going to school.
Oh God if you are there
Tomorrow when his hand leaves mine
I will stand outside and scream.
Tonight
While a dead young man lies cold
His brain removed by gunfire
The thunder rolls
And
I
weep.
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In Memory of Michael Brown
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