yesterday
u put
yr albums
with my
my pictures in
yr deepest cabinets

i saw u
trace my cheeks
with yr tears
with yr wet finger

becuz i
dissappeared
again

and the door shook
again
under firm fists

the police came again

mom
i
ironed yr dress
today
i
washed that
yellow flowered dress
scented it lightly with
yr perfume
ironed it
stiff
fr u

dad i
stood
over yr sleeping body
for an hour
trying to find the words
to set u free
from thoughts that lay
across yr mind like
bars imprisoning u

mom
dad
i
cooked breakfast
before i walked
out yr door
into a waiting van
onto a waiting street
into exile

and don't tell me
u didn't raise yr boy
to be a soldier
becuz u armed me
with pride and
sharpened
my tongue

dad i
stood over u
remixing my intentions
laying out my solo
practicing a
soliloquey
that never came to me
so i left without a goodbye
hoping to come back without a hello
and weave myself back into our family seamlessly
as we forge a new community together

becuz i
dedicate my body my
life everything
that i've built up
to the day
when u can stand tall and
look a man in eye without
landing in the mud

i saw u in the mud
i saw u whimper

u don't speak
the word
revolution
but it screams of u
dad

u may
speak of me
in whispers
in corners
but i shout u
in daylight

we build music to the sound of
black feet running tried
to chorus that sound in
war chants sung in
protest melodies

it's not the tear gas talking it's
a mouth that cannot be quieted its
my mouth speaking it's
my mouth shouting for peace it's
my mouth with a rag in it

it's
my mouth
speaking
for u




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