Hand-Me-Down Box

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…

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…