Some poems

are unable

to be written

except as manifestos

on

not

killing

Black people

especially

Black children

because their

lives matter less

have been taught to be feared

stop killing us

slowly

and stop killing us

within seconds

the poem that cannot be written

has only one

word

on repeat

Stop

The day of her birth
predicated mine
upon that breast
I was weaned
to kindness
giving of self to the point
of exhaustion
and raw courage
some of this richness
almost spoils me so
I temper
like chocolate in a double
boiler
the simmering heat of
life release the flaws
of excess
in a controlled
burn
and (like her)
I serve a table
set to delight
rich
with love

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