BLACK LIVES MATTER

With a sense of illusory safety in my cave, I sing a ballad to no one.

Using the overgrown nails on my fingers I carve in the clayish, pallid walls a heartfelt eulogy to the republic.


“… for which I bow… ”


I write until my nails are worn down, notched and bloody, to where my flesh begins. Heartbreak and anger urge me to write, impulsivity compels my hands. I scratch into the walls lines about inequalities and injustices that should not be happening at this address –

America, Earth.


OR AT ANY ADDRESS… for that matter.


And when I am done,


I stand.


Because…


BLACK LIVES MATTER.


They have to. Why can’t everyone understand that?


I stand for those who were undeserving of a violent end.


And


I vent.


But my exhaust gets lost in the planetary pollution of establishment politicians and commerce—in a system that does not work for everyone… in a system that encourages division and hate, because they thrive on our division. Capital rumbles and discharges a shadowy smoke that hovers and blows thick with toxins and wraps puffs of plump, militant fingers around figures in a bid to choke and collapse what human remains.

“I can’t breathe!” Should never be literal in a place where air is meant to be free.



Cover By Kadir Nelson

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