June 25, 2020
In solidarity with Black Lives Matter, TNB Poetry has created this space for BIPOC voices to shine. We will be publishing work by Black poets daily. Black Lives Matter.
Share? Huh. Naw, son. Y’all act like
air is some infinite resource. Some body
gon’ need to make a speedy exit off this
here block. Once, before I knew better, I did
like y’all taught me to do in grade school
when I was lost & walked up to the nearest
cop & asked how a boy could get off. & he
drank me in & said
on the tip of my cocked gun, ______.