All in Black in America
Lose yourself with me and “let her be born…”
the Louisiana sun still licking my back
where Alton Sterling’s had kissed the earth
Philando Castile’s name
ripe on my tongue
mourning waiting to be birthed
Too young to know of the love that seeps into your bones cradling your best and worst parts so that you don’t know whether it is love or hate that oozes out of you ...