i know you walked into that store
thirsty
instead
you were marked in their eyes
by your Brown skin

i saw you 
open the door to the cooler
hesitate
and
put the water bottles
back
one by one by one by one
maybe 
you felt her glare piercing
or
perhaps your knowing told you to 
leave
i saw you trust it
but
they did not trust you

now
your body lies cold in the ground
i hope they buried you near the water
you left
thirsty
you died
Black
and now your mother’s tears
water
freshly turned earth

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