Black Boy Flowers
I brought my mother a lily yesterday,
She placed it on the dining room table,
And I wept—
For those I had seen die in the streets.
The lily opened to reveal its seeds
And I wept—
For each seed, there was a black boy that would not bloom.
The water is calm today.
Seagulls cry out in the wind.
I celebrate my life,
And I forget the violence.
The waves run across my feet.
As I watch the sunset and I smile.
My mother holds my hand and I’m born again.
(Black boys and street justice)
For Doc Jerry
The stiletto is taped to my arm.
The ladybug used to crawl where the knife rests,
And find her way down my arm across the blade
As the blood dripped.
My dreams carry me to a foreign place
Where turtles nest in the sand.
Trees whistle in the freshness of the fall breeze.
Fragile is my soul that is free to live.
A Boy’s Love
It would be good to love myself
But I don’t know how.
I long for my mother.
She is dying of loneliness in jail—
So am I.
I asked God to spare me
I would like to have a nickel
For my sorrows,
For my pain.
Spare me from life in the city.
The candle burned on the table next to my bed;
I thought of God.
Mother covers me and kisses me on the forehead;
I cry as she leaves the room.
My door is left open;
I feel loved.