be hard for me to talkcuz my jaw be brokenhe called it ebonicscuz he couldn't understandthe language of glock barrel over tongue,me, a walkingmidnight nightmarefrom a corner of townthat doesn't exist.-be hard for me to walkcuz my hands be upand my breath isheld by the unfamiliarburn of the taseragainst my testicles,but I had to reach inmy wallet to retrievewhat you may kill mefor not having -'don't move'is an itchyou expect me to scratch. -be hard for meto watch you grabher that way.be thinking,imma see youin the streetsand say her name while i make it hardfor you to speak,so that you can feel methe way she felt you -unapologetic, helpless,judged.***********************************http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=500290931myself is sculptor of your body�s idiom: the musician of your wrists; the poet who is afraid only to mistranslate a rhythm in your hair... -E.E. Cummings