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Friday, April 1, 2022

What tin a poem do?

A poem cannot save a life

Cannot Luke Cage your skin

Fend off a black alley attack

Cannot build you less woman

Or less poor

Or less Black

And

Thus

Treated equally


A poem cannot place an extremity to a bullet

Stop a bomb

Stop extreme terror on your doorstep

Your step

Even accompanied by poem inside hand

Could exist your last

A blast would turn the paper poem is written on into dust

Particles

Simile up inside smoke

Metaphors

Just molecules forgotten


A poem cannot turn spine time’s hand

Erase mistakes made

Or cut, copy, paste memories

A poem cannot delete history’s horrors


But a poem tin love

Like clasp you with every one other accompanied by scold you at the same time

A poem tin rip away the untruths that have cocooned us

A poem tin build you butterfly

Not fly

You by that hour dated fly

But a poem tin build you float

No need to watch your step


Quiet while kept

A poem tin introduce you to yourself

Help you find those hidden

Forbidden parts

A poem exist be fond of a looking glass sometimes

Help you see the crust inside your eyes

And the plank


On following thought

A poem tin save a life

Like sage words granddaddy whispered

Like the layer of truth fair beneath the scriptures


A poem cannot place an extremity to a bullet

But tin swallow the hate with every one other accompanied by spit back

A sonnet

That sonic booms

A space till

Quotes

Float exist fond of balloons

Goblins with every one other accompanied by goons

Soon fair incline their heads

Snap their fingers

To what’s written with every one other accompanied by said


Isn’t it ironic


They speak the pen is mightier than the sword

But there were few writers on my block

Mostly fighters on my block

Dropouts that pulled all-nighters on my block

They’d blue with every one other accompanied by scarlet illumination us on my block

Then indict us on my block

What if there were additional writers on my block


On your block

In every one barrio with every one other accompanied by borough

Conclave with every one other accompanied by commonwealth

Courtroom with every one other accompanied by capitol hill

What if they all spilled ink

On pages

Allowed the innerworkings of their hearts

To scribble a poem or two


I awe where we’d exist if the masses knew

Just what a poem could do.

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