I just finished this poem for my son and I thought you might appreciate it.
Concealed Carry
For Dylan and Any Dark Skinned Man.
The human body,
A mighty and delicate clay.
His, young and strong,
Each arrest a crack
In the stoneware.
Humans aren’t bought
At auction in the USA
Anymore, like our priceless
Limoges was, a gift
From a friend when your father
And I married, 1979.
It is irreparable ,
A chip on its spout
Lowers its value,
Not unlike the color
Of your skin.
I keep it for its beauty,
Delicate flowers, gold
Leaf edges. Precious,
In a life-long tea pot collection
From all over the world.
Were it to fall and break
into pieces, I would not
shed a single tear.
The next time the cops pull you over,
Before they have a chance to throw
You, handcuffed in the back
Of their car, like they usually do,
If they see the handle of your gun,
If what has become nearly inevitable
In these trumped times happens
To you, my son, I will shatter
Into a million irrecoverable shards.
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