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, ______.
(I will not rebirth that word here for y’all
to cradle & cuck like y’all love to do.)
& as he spoke he stroked it. I think he wanted
to shoot it in my mouth. I think he wanted
to empty his weapon down my throat. Pump me
so full of his rage I couldn’t breathe. Cut off
my air. But I’m not going out like a ______.
Hush now. Y’all sucking up all. my. air. Shhh.
Set wide those thirsty maws. Make room
in your belly for my infinite joy.