“the a.a.r.p.
is thugs. is sleeper cell” if
you wake wearing blue

i promise not not
to kill you once rights are tased
marching to new songs

every drum broken
like skull like skin like living
(just thinking aloud)

(happy birthday bre)
i beg for your forgiveness
our cities still stand

we morning run we
write poems for fun, prestige 
we tweet and hunt likes

our clean hands burning
with purell and privilege
backspace and wite-out

not once have i rinsed
pepperspray from a poem
(the milk’s for coffee)

im not a violent 
person but i promise right
now to do better.