A Poem

The Past
Fire burns flesh,
Rope breaks bones,
Strange fruit
My ancestors,
Dancing in the soft breeze,
over a white crowd
that’s very much at ease

The Present
Blue on black,
Black on ground,
Covered in blood,
Crying,
Gasping,
Dying,
Splayed
and displayed
across front pages
and homepages.

The Difference
The medium

The Difference
The year

The Difference
Is none

The Names
Of so many
Eric Garner,
Walter Scott
Alton Sterling,
Philando Castile,
Laquan McDonald,
Tamir Rice,
So many more
Add it all up
there’s footage for days.

So much evidence
So little justice

Questions
Why aren’t white deaths replayed on the evening news?
And what is about black lives that make our deaths go down so smooth?

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