for Cyrus (Black children deserve to grow up)
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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Powerful. I love how you keep the water in every stanza. “you left/thirsty/you died/Black” punched me hard and then I had to keep going to those last three lines.
I love the capitalized “Black” while even leaving the word “i” lowercase. This is so beautifully paced, it conveys that awful feeling of being watched, assessed, and ultimately completely misjudged. Thank you for sharing this 🙏
Powerful, meaningful poem!
Came here to say almost exactly what Sarah did above.
Wow. So direct. So real. Thank you.