I haven’t told this story that often

about the lynching that I witnessed

and even if an innocent bystander could’ve drawn in a policeman

I think God would’ve erased him

you see this had to happen

this scum won’t learn it’s lesson, and just like we teach them in school books

if they don’t understand

Then we give them an example….

the pulled out flesh eating whips that devoured chunks of him at a time 

and what was left of him

was branded

as if he were cattle

they tied to noose tight before hanging him next to the other caged meat

and shipping them off to the corner

their factory

right down the block from some impoverished eight year old

who’s only father is a video

and it just so happens that the lynched men on the corner 

look just like the fathers in the videos

nah, it ain’t a problem now

but when he cocoons into his adolescence  

and they ask him do he wanna ‘Hang’

that’ll just place him beside lake ponder

soon he’ll be skipping school rocks over to the corner

coming home late like his names Peter Parker

and nah, it ain’t cause you’ve been living with spider-man

it’s because you’ve been living

in spite of man

I don’t need no nigga

all they do is walk on all fours, wag their tail and their tongue when they see you

Thought he was with you but he was with others

under covers

detective role playing at her safe place

he might just hit a Sherlock Holmes past third base

lets face the facts

there are no real questions asked just given for fear of no worth after

my precious we cannot be billionaire Bruce Wayne by day

adhesive to the shadows by night

sticking to some script that we didn’t even write 

it could all be so simple just,

destroy me

erase my existence

replace my fibers with omnipotence 

so we can enrich the D-boys jingling rocks of loose change

as the street lights flicker

watching a fiend draw hither 

lets replace Websters definition of crack rock

with writing utensil 

so now when they slangin’ them sacks

the junkies cans say

put a pin in that 

let save face like the white folks

make Ebonics a habitual literary abuser

so it can get hooked on phonics 

Im just trying to talk in color

excuse me if I don’t walk

I hover across the epilogue in hot pursuit of chapter one

pages flipped instead of birds

wings clipped we are flightless 

it’s no wonder we have been ostracized

my generation is not hopeless we just 

Hope Less

out a window that wasn’t even open I watched as they threw faiths cage

I saw 

Pigeons 

Doves

and Swallows fall to their doom

WHY DIDN’T THEY JUST FLY?

I no longer ask why doesn’t they caged bird sing

I try to teach it a song