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[steven-sangria]

On the heels of the Michael Dunn verdict, the Mississippi rapper has something to say.

Why Krit is one of the best

[notablespoetry]

When We Started Talking About the Weather

In preschool they said that sticks and stones break your bones, but words never harm you.

They lied.

They always lie.

When you were tame you learned that the secret to every game of hide-and-seek was to stay quiet so no one would find you.

Hiding in plain sight was just enough to get by but no, you wanted a challenge.

So you ran,

Fast –

Faster than the swiftest slave searching solemnly for salvation,

In Amerikkka,

The land of the enslaved, home of the threatened.

You kept running.

  Hermes envies you.

So gracefully the wind carries you by your ankles, lifting you off the ground into the air,

Soaring,

Searching,

Savoring the taste of the summer breeze as our natural mother carries you gently,

Cooing words of promise and opportunity into your ear,

But there is no opportunity,

Only chances,

And the promise of possibly making it ‘till tomorrow.

  Down into the town she carries you.

It is the town of misinterpretations,

The town of the ignorantly blissful.

You’ve stopped running.

  Hide-and-seek is no longer a game.

The breeze, dissipated by arid air, drains your eagerness until it shrivels and sizzles on the concrete.

You yearn for a way out.

You crave for something to quench your thirst for equality,

But there is nothing in this waterless town.

Oh, how it burns to feel your essence evaporate,

Leaving behind a cocoa-colored carcass.

That’s all they see anyway.

  You ran and they found you,

Squatting by a store with skittles,

Suffocating underneath the sweltering sun.

They dangle their due diligence above your head, daring to deny the simple fact that you were only playing a game –

Their game.

They feast on your hopelessness like ravenous pigs ridiculously running over each other for scraps.

The clouds begin to hang oppressively low.

They leave,

Saying slurs of satanic cynicism,

To you,

A child,

The suit you are now buried in. 

 - Kayla Cherry

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