The women in my family have charms and secrets hidden in a hand me down box We do not talk about the contents inside, not a tale to tell twice Coats, sweaters, pants, and scars Slipping misfortunes under the lid, used tissues and words better left unsaid To survive, there are things that must be…
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For George Floyd
Poem transcribed as performed. Help me… I can’t breathe… He’s going to kill me… Trigger finger, counterfeit bill, telling the officer he can’t breathe 15 times, one time too many. Taking another black man’s life 8 at night, 8 minutes of pleading, a two-minute video, one body to be buried A cop with hands in…
