where do words go in this new june heat
as i look to the places that taught inclusivity
and turn off its light? how come 
those who watered us hate how we’ve grown?

i’ve forgotten kentucky and her cruelty
cradled in a rolling hill of a day dream
she’s lassoed herself into Ab’s arms
“but (ugh), we were on the good side”

forgetting history is privilege 
and we have failed to remember
racism is in our sweet tea kentucky blue red-lining segregating gentrifying blood

i march with my brother 
when the sea begins to rise 
our hands in surrender
a fear bubbles inside me 
how can a body be a weapon 
when it’s reaching towards God? 


to all of the flowers
prematurely picked
to the dreams deferred
over and over and over again