Hate

Knees Bowed

I was confused, by asphalt bruised, As his life oozed, his pleas refused. Now my police bow a knee, My first response says “I disagree – That very posture took a life.” Yet now it somehow calms the strife A soothing balm for grieving souls, Instead of heaping burning coals. I start to perceive aContinue reading “Knees Bowed”

As a Mother of Two Black Men

I beseech you, As a mother of two black men. I want them to live to run in the street, to play a mean guitar stanza and hold a crazy karate stance. To do whatever they were made to do without worrying if they will come home to live some more. They are myContinue reading “As a Mother of Two Black Men”