after “A Poem About Police Violence” by June Jordan backbreakin bloodlust is an amerikkkan past-time except now the slave is convinced he owns the whip overseers fucked around and got union benefits house niggas swallowed the master’s tongue oppressors tailored industries out of plantation speak now the racist sheriff is Black and police is family business and it was five Black cops that beat that boy beyond recognition or man depending on if you believe Black boys are either always men or remain boys til death spins the block dizzy sincere apologies to the poetry community all my stanzas sound . . .