There are hate crimes
plus engraved signs
encased with cement lines,
that cement lines
which are bought
with black lives.
The blood spilled
only fills the groove
upon the tossed quarters.
Pitched by the kids
courted by the kids
responsible for the kid,
whose back toss
is now lost
for about
the same amount of money.
What’s funny,
is now that kid’s night eyes
only catches the bright light
after coppers’ flight
has landed.
In the same sand pit
where a cousin passed
and a sister gasped,
knowing both young men fell
between one or two years after twelve
but could gauge more than twelve.
There are hate crimes
plus engraved signs
encased within cement lines,
that cement lines
which are bought
with black lives.
Wall grime is all that’s left
of a false vest
who’s true test
is access to a bared chest,
whose true treasure
is the perceived measure
of what it takes to become a man.
I stand before thee
with a cold plea.
Look in a mirror,
define what you see.
And I’ll shatter that reflection
with your first deception.
My weapon
is the misconception
of the so called negro man,
defined by the lies
etched in time
divided by the lines
that are truly a crime
yet when dotted
I also signed.
There are hate crimes
plus engraved signs
encased within cement lines,
that cement lines,
which are bought with black lives.
These lines
Cost us everything!
A border wall America got for free.